Steptoe and Son - every series, every 30 minute episode, a work of genius.
You couldn't help but laugh, but the Dad/Son/mutually dependent/trapped relationship was so close to real life that - at the same time as making you laugh - it (never mind scenes like Steptoes senior eating pickled onions in the bath, in the living room, FFS!) made you feel uncomfortable, but in a kinda 'this is weird, this is a train crash disaster, I don't want to see - but I can't look away' manner.
I can see why it's appeal wasn't as universal as (say) Eric and Ernie - but it was never gonna be that kind of show.
Is it as strong now as it was then?
Hard to say: if you don't remember rag'n'bone men doing their rounds in your street the same day every week, it's likely the scenario is as alien and incomprehensioble as the stage setting for
Waiting for Godot.
But if you're of an age . . . .