Last post both for this titan of comedy, and for a large majority of the actors who starred in it. Within seven years, all of the older generation would be dead (ironically Arnold Ridley, the oldest of them, was the last to die at the age of 90-odd). They clearly show their age; they are sometimes a little confused; Godfrey does not do very much walking; Sergeant Wilson looks haggard; most of the heavy work falls on the persevering Clive Dunn and Ian Lavender. That at this stage of their careers they were still able to produce something with both wit and charm is a tribute to both their talents and their determination. But the screenplays, finally, also showed some cracks. Guarding telephone lines, dressing up as fifth columnists, putting on a pageant, and chasing around after a pot of gold (literally - see "The Miser's Hoard") were a sad decline from the earlier plots. Only the last episode, which finally gave us a wedding plot (albeit not the one everyone expected) shows any real flash of the old fire, and that had probably been saved up for years as a sure-fire thing. But the end is touching - the toast to the Home Guard. And it was the right moment to end, for as Arthur Lowe later said, it had had its time. So this, for a complete (or near complete; when do we get the Christmas specials?) collection of the most brilliant and enduring of all British sitcoms, is still an essential buy, but prepare to feel a touch of melancholy, as we say a fond goodbye.