You couldn’t have Del Boy falling through a bar these days, could you? That’s because we’re in a fun drought, the dust of it whirling round us like old glitter. Someone really trembling while they deliver a series-closing monologue about their emotions. But in recent years, it feels, fun has receded a bit, and we’ve replaced it with other things that don’t hit as hard: overearnestness or mawkishness or choreographed sentimentality.
Whatever happened to fun? We used to have it, didn’t we? Mr Blobby bursting through things, stuff like that.
