azdak

Memory is a strange and wondrous thing. That visceral thrill of recognition has faded now, but it was lovely while at lasted, and in the cold light of objectivity I think I probably will still show the show to my grandkids when they get old enough - it's not the sort of hard sell that Blakes 7 is, where you have to get past terrible production values and outdated RADA acting to develop an appreciation. Assuming the Internet Archive is still around of course.