So, we tuned in along with eight million other viewers to watch the documentary recalling Torvill and Dean’s landmark Olympic victory from 25 years ago. For my wife and I, however, the programme had extra significance.

It was on that very night that Mrs Molineaux’s eldest was born; she was, and still is, a Valentine’s baby.

While my wife of three years worked her way through several tanks of Entonox, Jayne and Christopher were getting perfect sixes from the judges.

In fact, we could hear the cheers from the midwives in the room next door at the very moment our little girl was born. It wasn’t until one of them came in to tell us the news that we knew how well the skating pair had done.

Needless to say my wife was a little too distracted to take in the full enormity of the situation.

So here we are, a quarter of a century later, excited about reliving the moment (the Olympics that is, not the birth).

I enjoyed the programme in general but felt completely let down when it came to the final section as we held our breath to watch the full routine. For some reason it was edited with comments from a variety of guests.

After building the excitement by telling us the story that led them to this momentous Olympic victory, the producers failed to allow the routine to speak for itself. The music, which had been highlighted as an essential part of the piece, was interrupted to allow for uninteresting comments, and the choreography that produced a maximum score was broken so that we were left feeling disappointed.

I wonder what was in the mind of the production team; perhaps they thought we’re so lacking in imagination that we need help in understanding the significance of events when it comes to remembering days gone by.

Maybe we would have thought it to be just another run-of-the-mill bit of skating if we hadn’t heard the wise words of Dancing On Ice judge Jason Gardiner telling us how moved he was when he watched it back in 1984.

I know I might be sounding like a grumpy old man, but TV shows do seem to want to spoon-feed us things that are blatantly obvious just in case we miss something. They start the episode by telling us what we are about to see, then they remind us what we have just seen, before telling us what is about to happen after the break. When they return they tell us what has just happened and what we are about to see again.

Some things are important in themselves like our eldest daughter’s 25th birthday. If the TV producers were responsible for this celebration, they would no doubt keep interrupting the party to tell us what had just happened and what was coming up next.

The ice, Jayne and Chris, the Bolero, the perfect score – they needed no explanation in 1984. And they need none now.