EoR has been succumbing to nostalgia and watching Blakes 7 again after the thirty odd year since it first aired here and has been awed by the changes that the future will bring...
As the show's title indicates, the debate over just where the possessive apostrophe goes will be over and done with.
The control centres of spaceships will be illuminated with flashing disco lights.
Epaulettes will not only be in, but only the gauche will be seen without them.
Bondage gear will also be an option. Especially for anti-hero Avon.
And especially Federation troopers.
The problems of overly complex computer operating systems will be realised, and all computers will operate on a much simplified OS based, apparently, on a Sinclair ZX80 ("smeti wen" indeed).
And then, of course, there's the uber-Thatcherite Servalan.
And homeopathy will be accepted.
FORBUS: Pylene-50 used homeopathically, is simply a muscle relaxant. Sleer discovered that hundred times normal dosage totally subverts the will, tried to force me to part with the formula. I refused. I didn't understand Sleer's nature then. Totally callous savage ambition. There is a poison called Tincture of Pyrellic. Perhaps you've heard of it?
Oh, and Servalan. And how Mary Whitehouse let the BBC get away with this shot is anyone's guess...
(Click to reveal the full power of Servalan's galaxy conquering nipple.)