Comedy Central now. An episode of Sex In The City.

How does that work then?

Clever bleeping.

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But it's all about impotence and stuff. You can have that on BBC at 5 if you don't swear?

I'm now confused if we're parodying the Mail or not.

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I'm just wondering why there's no Mail outrage. I doubt it's the first time something "adult" has been on so early.

Are parents somehow more able to protect kids from satellite TV filth in the afternoon than they are from BBC filth after bedtime?

I think it was pointed out on here recently that the Mail site of course doesn't have a 'watershed', even though it's full of, er, images of death, scantily clad women and potentially life drainingly depressing Thatcherite ideology.

On topic... the Open All Hours Christmas special had some pretty seamy scenes in it (for example, a man putting his head in a lady's bosom), but no idea what time it was originally screened? I reckon the rot set in there, yes sir.

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EDIT: 27 Dec 1982: BBC1, Mon 20:05

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"...now, with a most inhuman cruelty, they who have put out the people’s eyes, reproach them of their blindness..."

The BBC used to show reruns of "Are You Being Served?" at 2pm (no bleeping).

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Mrs Slocombe= Samantha from Sex In The City

Well, they were both given to banging on endlessly about their pussies.

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I remember seeing an early episode of Midsomer Murders during the afternoon on ITV1, where one line played on the word 'constable', emphasis on the first syllable to humorous and heavily implied rude effect.

If it had been on the BBC, at any time, the Mail would have got a petition up.

EDIT - and Abernathy wins punchline of the month award.

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Fifteen seconds... you can't breathe.

Twenty seconds... you give up and turn off the Jeremy Vine show.

But that's the advantage of euphemisms. I can remember when I thought she was just a dotty woman talking about her cat (I was 7 in 1972 when it started). It was years later that I found out "pussy" had another meaning.

On the other hand, I think I knew Mr Humphries was gay before I knew what a homosexual was. How the hell does that work?

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That subtle admixture of the absurd and the surreally plausible...

Full of coded sexual messages, was Are You being Served (the title itself being one). Take Mrs Slocombe, or Mrs "Slow Come", for instance. Or Captain Pea Cock. Or Mr Humphries-BUMSEX.

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Just noticed that right now on BBC2 there's a programme called "Sex and the sitcom" just about to start, might be of interest to some here.

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That subtle admixture of the absurd and the surreally plausible...

Saw iton Beeb 4 already. Of passing interest,but insufficient to draw me away from the football.

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There was an episode of Ian Hislop's sitcom My Dad's the Prime Minister some years ago, where the pay-off final scene was a full frontal portrait of Robert Bathurst's Blair clone.

No cunningly placed vase of flowers, carriage clock or other character's head. Just a full-frontal.

At 8.58pm on a Saturday on BBC1.

I never could decide whether it was Hislop taking a swipe at the watershed, a skilled application of The Windmill Theatre's "If it's static, it's art; if it moves, it's pornography" policy, or somewhere inbetween.

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