Watched I'm Alan Partridge on that Dave channel last night.
It's a sad indictment of our times, however, that it wasn't the rather hilarious antics, spot-on timing and rapier script which made me sit up in my chair.
No, that was a shot of the forecourt sign outside the garage where Alan's mate works.
74p for a litre of petrol?
Aah, 2002. They were heady days.
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