Since the death of the Sitcom due to restrictive ultra-political 'correctness' some years ago and including today, everyone has to watch genuinely witty or well-written series of yesteryear because folks are too terrified of the wokerati to have any semblance of genuine creativity in scriptwriting remaining. In case it offends 'someone'. Let's wrap the West in thick claustrophobic cotton wool, right?
So instead, in an act of mourning, we watch the Golden Girls, Taxi, Roseanne, My Name is Earl from over the pond, and from these shores Dad's Army, Steptoe and Son, It aint half hot Mum, Are you Being Served and all of those brilliant characters so lovingly created in those series.
GG series 7 was the last of them and the characters were less fleshed out, and some of the rapport had gone. But still very funny, which is the point of a Sitcom. Quelle surprise.