Bored of late-night repeats of Murder, She Wrote (as you would be unless you're Angela Lansbury's accountant...), we flicked channels and discovered a showing of Kenneth Kenny Branagh's forgotten Nineties Oxbridge-buster Peter's Friends. Once we'd recovered from the overdose of smug, we were reminded that there were two things you were guaranteed to see on TV twenty-five years ago. One was Tony Slattery's adge and the other was his bum. Until we start researching The Bum Files, you'll have to be content with this...
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