When I was a boy, I would often pick up novels wherein I didn’t actually read characters’ swear words; instead, I read the author’s account of the characters’ swearing, to wit: “He swore,” “he gave his opinion in language not fit for polite society,” “her language, as crude as any sailor’s, caused her companions to blush furiously,” etc. And I was introduced to the familiar scene known as “kiss kiss, cut to morning,” in which something significant happened in-between, but was apparently not appropriate enough for me to be privy to.
Gerry Anderson’s 1970 series UFO, the show about a secret multi-government organization charged with repelling a constant alien invasion fleet, lasted only a season, and never did much in the ratings game. Despite a great look and good production, people didn’t “get it;” it wasn’t showy like Star Trek, silly like Lost In Space or mysterious like The Twilight Zone. (Brits: Insert your own TV references, please.)
But now we know why UFO didn’t make it: It was too far ahead of its time.