Sunday, March 31, 2013

I remember Toffo.

I remember when Fairy Liquid used to make loads and loads of bubbles. So many that Nanette Newman used to be able to do loads and loads of plates in some sort of PTA meeting context. These days a squirt hardly even does a sink-load of washing up.

I remember when you had the Radio Times for BBC programmes and the TV Times for ITV programmes.

I remember ‘Here Yeller, Come back Yeller, Best doggone dog in the West’.

I remember when it was thought perfectly normal to drive or be driven without wearing a seatbelt. And I remember feeling slightly awkward when being driven as if putting the seatbelt on seemed like a slur on the driver’s ability. Then the law changed.

I remember listening in to a conversation in the second-hand book shop next to the Bridport arts centre. From what I could gather, the owner (if that’s what she was) was a relative of the woman who used to run Biba in Kensington and was involved in some sort of exhibition.

I remember Watneys Party Sevens. But I also remember that when we had staff Christmas parties in Wimbledon, we used to order a polypin of Young’s Special for the occasion, a far superior beer.