The sort of deal that encouraged Keith Chegwin to drink cough syrup

I remember Swap Shop fondly. It wasn’t perfect, but the lunacy of Tiswas was just too much, and I always felt that my parents were hovering nervously when anything on ITV was on.

That was the channel that my degenerate grandparents gave to my world, and it provided a wonderfully steady stream of brain rot in the form of 1970s James Bond films and ultrav…