Anyway, a few weeks ago, my mum and I both had horrendous Sunday morning hangovers. Lying in bed with cups of coffee and a small dog between us, we happened upon a 'Gladiators' rerun on some obscure cable channel. And it was great! It perked us right up.
My (very weird) love for the gladiators is renewed - I have been looking up classic episodes online and finding out obscure facts about my favourite. Jet is now a psychologist, BTW. These days my favourite is Saracen, as I think he has a kind face for such a mountain of testosterone; he is now a fireman, apparently.
Seriously, it's worth a watch or a re-watch. Such fun!