Eric and Ernie though hold a special place in everyone's hearts and they were the comedy soundtrack to the DL's and my lives.
So it was decided a trip to the birthplace of Eric Bartholomew was in order.
It was also a terrific opportunity to catch up with my excellent Auntie Daphne, who lives in the Lake District. You'll remember my aunt as we gave her a metronome for her 80th birthday in 2011, she being a music teacher of many years standing. So long, in fact, that her original one had worn out.
Developers wanting to pack as much into the space and the other side wanting prettier less dense construction.
"We want 2,000 luxury flats and car parks"
"No. We want an Eco pod village with natural reed latrines"!
Accommodation aside, we'd arrived in the town on a mission....
We were here to see the statue of Eric Morecombe.
So having been given the directions by you, we dutifully left the hotel and turned left.
On we walked. Small plaques set into the Tarmac informed us of the placing of various landmarks and former landmarks. All this set against a backdrop of closed shutters and for sale signs. We walked. We walked some more and then we walked some more.
Where was Eric? Had he been removed for the winter? For restoration? Been stolen and melted down for scrap?
Where was he?