It remains one of the funniest things ever broadcast on British TV. Unfortunately, it doesn’t travel, either historically or geographically.
Acorn Antiques was a fake soap loosely modeled on a real soap running at the time called Crossroads, about life in a motel, whose bad acting, flimsy sets, and abominable clunky plot-twists became a British institution for all the wrong reasons.
Watching it now, twenty-four years later, it still makes me laugh out loud. I doubt Americans will get it, which is a shame, but it cheers me up incedibly whenever I catch a rerun.