Oh yeah, I watched it too. And my younger brother went through a phase of being a super fan - he even went to a Prisoner convention in Atlanta once.

That "Interpretation" section in the Fall Out wikipedia article is complete bollocks. I don't believe McGoohan has said what's been claimed there, and the "suggested rationalization" of the series seems to pander to people who can't cope with raw allegory.

Unfortunately that's the trouble with fanboys on Wikipedia; they like to make things up and put them out there as fact.

I don't buy it either, George...

Damn, hit "Post" too soon!

I was going to say, the summary on the Wikipedia link is good, though, as are the trivia bits at the end.

Last time I visisted Portmeirion they had a Prisoner Shop in the building that was the exterior to Number Six' residence. Perhaps it's still there. it was staffed by a member of the ("Six of One"?) Prisoner fan club. It was terribly amusing after chatting with the fellow, to say "be seeing you" and do the gesture on the way out the door. For me anyway. It'd probably been the thousandth time he'd had that exchange. Also, I bought a map, and couldn't resist asking "do you have anything larger?", to which he correctly responded "only colour, sir. Much more expensive." Good geeky stuff.

Oh, and there's no way you could fit the interior of Number Six's place as depicted in there. It's just one room, sort of oval shaped.

Of all people, my sole contact to The Prisoner was my grandfather, an ill-educated, dirt-poor dairy farmer. He watched the show religiously, but he refused to talk about it with me. At least he watched it since my father hated it.

For a 9 year old, The Prisoner fostered my individualism and my skepticism toward organizations of all types, government and religion especially and socialism particularly, dogma initiated by the assassination of Kennedy two days after my fifth birthday.

That fall and winter, armed with my at-home Funk&Wagnalls encyclopedia, I drove my fourth grade teacher nuts with questions about politics and theism, questions beyond the ken of my parents and quite often as well, that poor old rural schoolteacher.

Then, the next summer I discovered Atlas Shrugged.

I know a woman that wrote a walking tour book of Portmeirion and the Prisoner sites. I've never seen The Prisoner, shame.

Man, I know so few people that watched the Prisoner. I loved it when I was a kid, and had many unnatural fears from it. Like there was this building in Sacramento that had this big sphere on it, some kind of antenna I imagine, and I would always watch it carefully to be sure it wouldn't come bounding after me and suck me up.

As far as the last episode, I thought it was wonderfully bizarre, and the only bad thing about it was that it was the end.