Inspired by reading Cinedelica, I rented the complete first series of Chorlton and the Wheelies.
I've always had a bit of thing for men from the north west and I think Chorlton was probably the first one (although he is actually a dragon, not a man - a happiness dragon if you want to be precise).
I watched three episodes this afternoon - fantastic. It has everything - politics, the class system, a great theme song and psychedelic talking toadstools.
Although I'm slightly worried that Fenella the Kettle Witch might give me nightmares.