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I'm happy, hope you're happy too. Actually, I'm not so sure I am happy, to be honest.

Tonight's first ep of Ashes to Ashes reminded me vividly of life in London, circa 1981. City boys were apparently making millions and snorting coke years before the boom actually took place. Drug barons were frequently staging gun battles with police on the Thames using automatic weapons. And George and Zippy from Rainbow were always on hand to offer advice. Halcyon days indeed.

My predictions for next week: Don Johnson arrives in town to give Gene Hunt a few dress tips. Oasis launch their first single more than ten years before they were formed. And Mr Geoffrey has to call up a first-class brief when Bungle gets nicked for chatting up Lady Di.

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  1. Mike Hoffman4:08 PM

    Surely there has got to be at least one cutaway shot of a teenager trying to do the Rubik's Cube, too? In a pair of day glo socks...

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