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This is such a hilarious episode, because Peter gets to fight the chicken. Again. It's fortunate that the chicken fights are so incredibly entertaining, because otherwise I would start to believe that the writers were incapable of filling the allotted time. But they obviously are scraping the depths of the barrel anyway, because this really isn't funny. None of it. Hey - let's use up some time with the big chicken! Hey - let's use up some time with the big chicken! Hey - let's use up some time with the big chicken! Hey - let's use up some time with the big chicken! Ad nauseam. And on and on and on. How anyone finds this funny is beyond me.

I thought this was a brilliant series. Mind you, even when it was first broadcast, I was about 10 years outside its target demographic. It came across as a very clever spoof of children's programmes - the utterly terrifying Mr Noseybonk was exactly the sort of thing that adults could put into a show without contemplating the severe psychological trauma that it would generate. Seriously, did nobody look at Noseybonk and think, "There's something just a little bit sinister about him"? Wilf Lunn had been a genuine childhood favourite from his appearances on "Vision On"; Sylvester McCoy and David Rappaport were reassuringly odd; and everyone, but everyone, was in love with Janet Ellis. Magical stuff for a lazy teenage afternoon. Just don't let the kids watch.

Lucille Ball is really slumming it here - she deserves better than this trite piece of garbage. The very idea that Bob Hope could take enough time off from being in love with himself to pay attention to anyone else is something that should be considered at great length - I have never understood how he built a reputation as a comedian. To me, he is as amusing as an irritating skin disease, except that a good scratch won't make him go away. How the Hollywood powers that be imagined that ploughing money into this desperately un... sorry, I can't be bothered. Bob Hope never has been funny. Never ever.