According to the always reliable Sun newspaper plans were drawn up during the Cold War so that in the event of nucelar armageddon those of us who survive here in the UK still with operational public broadcasting could expect to see Julie Andrews ascending the Alps and singing her heart out. Presumably it's cheaper than giving us all sedatives... Nah, that's cruel. I do enjoy singing along. But I fear I might not be in the mood come the time.

Any other suggestions? I would pick Life of Brian, myself...

Phil.