It had its longueurs, and since 1984 some of them have got longer, owing to current events amnesia, while a certain pathos has crept in with the deaths of so many of the character prototypes. On the other hand, both Mrs T and Her Majesty are still pretty much on the money. A running gag about the hunt for President Reagan’s missing brain makes one feel a bit squirmy, and jokes about ayatollahs and Diana are even nearer the knuckle.
For those of us of a certain age:
the Norman puppet elicits a rich assortment of ambivalences.