They were the schoolmates we all grew up with: Tucker, Roe-land, Trisha Yates, Justine, Zamo… and the teachers we could all bitch about together: Mrs. McClusky, Mr. Bronson.
It was the show that divided the nation: you were either too posh to be allowed to watch it. Or you were so common you wished your mum and dad had been able to send you to such a nice school.
It was Grange Hill. And now it’s over. Finished. No more. Dead as a dodo.
The BBC has decided that after 30 years, they need to move on to reflect society back to British children. New programming is to include dramas such as ‘Lose Weight Fatty’, ‘Daddy and the Funny Tickle’ and ‘Why Are You Stabbing Me When I Just Asked You To Stop Throwing Chips at My Bird’. We actually made those up and if the BBC wants them they will have to pay top dollar.
There are a few more episodes of GH left to run and then that’s your lot. As long as they don’t get rid of Cheggars Plays Pop, we can handle it.
So, why was it we loved Grange Hill?