The first episode I ever saw was on the 19th October 1969 2 days after my 12th Birthday. I was looking to see what was on telly in the Evening News newspaper with my mum. I said "look there's a circus on tonight" she said, "it's not that kind circus" but we watched it anyway, just me and my mum, and that was it, as soon as bicycle repair man came on they had me. I loved it, for some reason I "got it", me a poorly educated working class child just starting secondary school just loved the total stupidity, the rudeness, the irreverence (not that I knew what that was then), the farce and the slapstick. I just loved and still do. In later years I got the albums, the books, I learned the scripts, and bored everyone to death at school and at my Saturday job reciting them.
Me and my mum watched them all! She liked it too, not as much as me but she did laugh. Fantastic so it was. Not everyone's cup of tea I know, and a lot of it has not translated well with the passage of time, but I will always be grateful to "the group" for teaching me what a coelacanthe is, who Oscar Wilde was, what neo-Georgian meant and showing me my first pair of tits on telly.