Harry Monk:
The Archers has always been a Government propaganda broadcast, “ooh arr Betty, do you eat five portions of fruit a day?” etc.
Is Frank Spencer in it now? 
robroy:
Harry Monk:
The Archers has always been a Government propaganda broadcast, “ooh arr Betty, do you eat five portions of fruit a day?” etc.Is Frank Spencer in it now?
no thats tony archer lol
scotstrucker:
‘…tony archer …’
Poor ol’ Tony makes me feel normal 
Meanwhile, warra bart the added benefit of extra British jobs for any international incumbent in support of the additional anerobic digester? 
Jazzer with a C+E anyone?
Edited to also add commiserations of mourning for the evident (thus far!) series loss of his oh-so nearly daughter in-law …and wanting to strangle his Muppet son with a link of his own, now non-organic bangers
switchlogic:
Harry Monk:
The Archers has always been a Government propaganda broadcast, “ooh arr Betty, do you eat five portions of fruit a day?” etc.Think you may be listening to a different version of The Archers to me
Although I’m no fan of the Daily Wail, this article quite accurately summarises the multi-ethnic, politically correct rural farming village of Ambridge.
dailymail.co.uk/columnists/a … ganda.html
The village, in short, is a BBC fantasy land. The very composition of the place is fanciful. There is a homosexual Ulsterman, a drug-taking Scotsman, a Geordie (the aforementioned Ruth) and an Indian Hindu (female, it must be said) who, surprise, surprise, is very close to the vicar, whose own accent suggests that he comes from the North of England rather than the Midlands countryside where Ambridge is supposed to be situated. (His daughter, inevitably, is part Jamaican.)
The amazing array of urban and rural accents implies that the whole of modern Britain is represented in this one village. Ambridge is Babel, as well as Gomorrah.
To some extent, it is Sodom, too. Two male characters have long had an affair. Now they are ‘getting married’.
Fair enough. Yet in many English villages such an event would, I suggest, still raise an eyebrow or two.
So far the only grumbling I have heard has come from Brian, himself an adulterer and father of an illegitimate son, who is also stepfather of Adam, one of the homosexuals concerned.
His wife, when she hears his harrumphing, says something like: “Oh, Brian, when will you wake up to the fact that we are living in the 21st century?”
Brian is a rich farmer, and, it follows from that, this being the politically correct Archers, pretty nasty.