I never really understood why Terry in Minder appeared to be catnip for all the birds. He wasn't exactly sex on legs, was he?
He was a real man, see? In an age of long-haired Herberts, pooves and layabouts, you knew ehere you stood with Terry. Nosh him off, make him his tea, lovely jubbly.
He was a real man, see? In an age of long-haired Herberts, pooves and layabouts, you knew ehere you stood with Terry. Nosh him off, make him his tea, lovely jubbly.
I liked how all his fights with quasi-gangster types were settled with fists. No-one ever even tried to kick him in the balls, let alone stab him or shoot him.