Working the phrase "my Fanny" into a sentence for a guaranteed laugh sounds cheap. And it probably is. But there's no denying it's effective. Sid's concern over his beloved Friesian gave many such moments in the final episode of Series One in which Sid faced the prospect of his Fanny being made into rissoles. The good news is that Fanny was saved. The not so great news is that Vic sold Sid's gorgeous Morris Minor Tourer to pay for Fanny's return. Attitudes of the time are coming through. There's been a little casual homophobia, which is perhaps to be expected (a little strange to see, considering Victor Spinetti is himself gay). But the acknowledgement that "queer" people exist is, if anything, a hint of the more liberal attitudes of the late Sixties. I'd find it hard to believe such an acknowledgement would have made it into a light entertainment programme a couple of years earlier. And I can't think of many in the years to follow it either. So perhaps underneath it all is progress. Sid James's familiar presence has helped. One doesn't even need to see a frame of the series. You know what you're going to be getting. He's as reliable as ever here and game too. One episode even ended with him running starkers across a genuine field on a cold looking day. And then there are the animals. Chickens, cows, goats and more. Both actors seem to be able not only to carry on with all the flapping, squawking and mooing going on, but they seem to use the animals to enhance and bring spontaneity to their scenes. Perhaps more so than in films, these television shows give a taste of Sid as a pro. Fewer familiar faces than I might have expected. Perhaps the most notable is Bill Pertwee who's had a recurring role as the village constable. The series broke the fourth wall of pop culture references when, the morning after a big night out, Sid commented that he had "a bigger hangover than Barbara Windsor's bra". With Series One over, I have the colour episodes of Series Two still to come. And I'm very much looking forward to them.