I haven’t produced one of these in a while…
315. I remember the Gang Show.
316. I remember Tonto’s Expanding Head Band.
317. I remember The Flashing Blade, with its thinly-defended but endlessly besieged castle and its thrilling theme song (“You’ve got to fight for what you want for all that you believe / It’s right to fight for what we want to live the way we please / As long as we have done our best then no-one can do more / And life and love and happiness are well worth fighting for”).
318. I remember when a computer game was first exhibited at the Science Museum, and the large number of children it attracted.
319. I remember Lena Zavaroni.
320. I remember Bernie the Bolt.
321. I remember when we had a black-and-white TV set but our neighbours had colour.
322. I remember Ceylon.
323. I remember Hot Wheels.
324. I remember being given a summary of the start of the Count of Monte Cristo by my French teacher and being so exhilarated that I could wait to get out of the classroom and finish the book. And then read everything else by Alexandre Dumas. Which I then did.
325. I remember Going for a Song and trying hard to out-guess the expert in putting a price on the antiques on display.
326. I remember balaclavas.
327. I remember my first London show, which was a dramatisation of the Winnie the Pooh stories. I can just about recall wooden waves that moved to depict the flooding of Piglet’s home.
328. I remember Evonne Goolagong.
329. I remember Bob Beamon’s logic-defying world-record long jump on 1968. Did I really see it on television at the time? I’ve no idea. But I remember it.
330. I remember Marmite fritters.
331. I remember the television set having to warm up.
332. I remember Peter Marinello, Arsenal’s great hope who never was.
333. I remember Lesney the toy manufacturer.
334. I remember Disco 45 and earnestly reading the lyrics to every current pop song.
335. I remember the startling impact of the children’s animated series Mary, Mungo and Midge, which was set in a tower block (instead of the usual village, farm, woodland hideaway etc etc).
336. I remember Totopoly, a horse-racing board game, and that the name of one of the horses was Dorigen.
337. I remember George Chisholm.
338. I remember Panda Cola.
339. I remember How and its mock Native American theme music.
340. I remember having a penpal.
341. I remember that Multi-Coloured Swap Shop killed children’s Saturday morning cinema shows overnight.
342. I remember the Innes Book of Records.
343. I remember a school physical exercise when I was quite young, where we were told to curl ourselves up into a ball, and being hugely proud when I was congratulated for making myself so small. The memory has stayed with me ever since.
344. I remember half-day closing on Wednesdays.
345. I remember Stomu Yamashta.