189. I remember delighting in the name of the cricketer Brian Brain
190. I remember Brand X
191. I remember my first football
192. I remember turning off the sound on the television when Vision On was broadcast to impress upon my younger brothers what it was like for the deaf
193. I remember Jackdaws, which were collections of copies of primary source documents about some historical event, gathered together in a folder
194. I remember the Partridge Family
195. I remember the Beaufort Scale
196. I remember collecting miniature busts of French presidents at petrol stations in France on a family holiday
197. I remember Professor Stanley Unwin
198. I remember that the name of the girl seen by a blackboard on the BBC testcard was Carole Hersee
199. I remember Rhoda and her plain sister, who went on to provide the voice for Marge in The Simpsons
200. I remember my friend’s mother who always stood to attention when the national anthem was played at the end of an evening’s television
201. I remember Picador paperbacks
202. I remember the Durutti Column (I still have his first album with its sandpaper cover)
203. I remember TV interludes (the potter’s wheel, the ploughing horse) which the BBC showed during gaps in the programming
204. I remember the round window, the square window and the arched window
205. I remember one man bands
206. I remember Elkan Allan
207. I remember the magician David Nixon
208. I remember Chip Club, whose magazine was circulated to schools with lists of books that children were encouraged to buy
209. I remember Viv Stanshall exclaiming ‘Mandolin!’ (on the album Tubular Bells)
210. I remember when young watching a television interview with a woman who said she expected her menfolk to be violent, and realising that there were different worlds outside of our small corner of Tunbridge Wells
211. I remember the scorpion square dance from The Living Desert
212. I remember a tracking shot of starving Africans in a queue shown on a 1970s TV documentary that just carried on and on and on, past the point of belief
213. I remember Jack Jones the trade unionist, and Jack Jones the singer
214. I remember Professor Branestawm and his many pairs of glasses
215. I remember the great sense of excitement and honour I felt whenever a Shakespeare play was shown on television
216. I remember sky ray lollies
217. I remember Clarence the cross-eyed lion
218. I remember the first Argos catalogue
219. I remember when Foyle’s bookshop made you collect a book from one till then take a slip to a second till where the cashier sat (a system they immediately halted on the death of Christina Foyle – who I also remember, as she sat in on all interviews for prospective staff. I failed the interview)
220. I remember the sense of national shock and shame when England failed to qualify for the 1974 World Cup
221. I remember wah-wah pedals
222. I remember playground war games where we divided into English and Germans
223. I remember fording streams
224. I remember coal bunkers
