Although the mood of the programme has changed somewhat, since most of the regulars have passed on to even greener places, the early episodes are still a blessing to watch.
I didn't think much to Foggy as a replacement for Cyril Blamire initially, I thought they made too much of his 'little moments' of meditation. It's a shame that Michael was too sick to continue playing Blamire, I thought his contribution to the first and second series were far more entertaining. He wasn't stupid, but put up with Compo's and Clegg's daftness as if they were children, and joined in quite cheerfully. You could actually respect his character.
But Foggy was just a great, long streak of idiot. I'm glad Roy Clarke mellowed his character while writing the later series. He was still dim, but became more likeable.
Compo is just as dirty - in all ways, and Clegg still comes up with his odd philosophical views of the world (even with the suggestion that our skin suggests that we are more closely related to the banana!).
Sid (sadly lost) and his better half in the cafe... how do they keep customers? They must have relied on holiday trade! And dear Nora, and her stockings and broom, and hen-(or pigeon-?)pecked Wally.
Even way back here you can catch odd jokes and references that crop up in Roy's other classics, 'Open All Hours' and 'Keeping Up Appearances'; but with him it's more like meeting old friends (thinking, 'I know that line!' and chuckling in that secret knowledge) than seeming like laziness.
Buy it - if only for two episodes. 'The Kink in Foggy's Nibblick' - just a fabulous exploration of all the characters - and 'Greenfingers'. Clegg at his most fascinating, philosophical inventiveness - it had me falling about laughing more than any other episode.