How on earth did Russ Abbot and Paula Wilcox get so desperate for work that they decided to to do this rubbish. The entire premise is that a bunch of old people keep saying the wrong thing an the wrong time.
Man gives old table to a charity shop, new next door neighbours buy it, wife accuses them of theft.
Couple get attacked by kids. Look I'll show you them, I recorded it. Why do their parents allow that. That's my son!
No fun, no entertainment, nothing to feel good about, just cringe-worthy embarrassment.
I'll remember Russ for Biddly Bomb, the noise of the train, not this.
Avoid
Man gives old table to a charity shop, new next door neighbours buy it, wife accuses them of theft.
Couple get attacked by kids. Look I'll show you them, I recorded it. Why do their parents allow that. That's my son!
No fun, no entertainment, nothing to feel good about, just cringe-worthy embarrassment.
I'll remember Russ for Biddly Bomb, the noise of the train, not this.
Avoid