WalletGuy

Much-bleeped comic Andrew Dice Clay (need I really go on?) headed the cast of the borderline abusive Honeymooners rip-off. Bless This House seemed determined to show that love means always having to say you are sorry. Watching this series which co-starred Cathy Moriarty as long-suffering wife Alice (blasphemy!) was like overhearing your neighbors arguing. If only we could have called 911.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" the judge asks before prompting, "Hit it!" Then comes the rousing gospel number- "He's guilty judge, he's guilty" and TV's most jarring cop show ever. Steve Bochco had given the world Hill Street Blues and L.A Law, so who would question his idea for a gritty crime show in which characters from juries to junkies occasionally break into song? And not just a little humming here and there but full-scale, Debbie Allen-style production numbers. Producer hubris? "He's guilty judge, he's guilty".

Robert Blake as a priest with a punch (some items just write themseleves). Only Blake's world could include characters like Sister Angel Cake or a pool-playing dud called One Ball. Blake played the collared tough guy, nicknamed Father Hardstep because he'd been abandoned as an infant on a, uh, hard step. All in all it wasn't that good in my opinion.