225. I remember walking past the anti-apartheid protesters outside South Africa House, day after day after day
226. I remember hide-and-seek
227. I remember Mary Hopkin
228. I remember Ilie Nastase, tennis rebel
229. I remember struggling over seven times eight when learning my times tables
230. I remember Disney Time
231. I remember (can this possibly be true?) that my primary school class held a Miss World competition. A girl named Angela won.
232. I remember Chicory Tip
233. I remember the Harlem Globetrotters
234. I remember abacuses (or should that be abaci?)
235. I remember crouching with work colleagues in a corridor away from windows because it was thought a bomb might be nearby
236. I remember listening to the cheerful propaganda from Radio Tirana on my short-wave radio
237. I remember the astronaut who sang ‘I was walking on the Moon one day, in the merry merry month of May’
238. I remember inventing the standing triple jump as a sport (at least I was fairly sure no one else had come up with it)
239. I remember when you banged on the top of the television set to make it work
240. I remember my brothers and I push-starting our father’s car on cold mornings
241. I remember limbo dancing
242. I remember Mary Wilson’s poetry
243. I remember the Fairs Cup (so named because originally the competing football teams had to come from cities that hosted trade fairs)
244. I remember Leonard Sachs
245. I remember The Singing Ringing Tree
246. I remember Blue Peter annuals, guaranteed in every Christmas stocking
247. I remember Christmas stockings
248. I remember power cuts and eating meals by candlelight
249. I remember marvelling at French hypermarkets because nothing on such a scale existed back in the UK
250. I remember Charlie Chaplin films being shown regularly on British television, eagerly catching each title that was new to me, never once questioning the absence of dialogue
251. I remember exactly where I was when I suddenly felt terribly good about the world and my place in it, and then the moment passed
252. I remember Grandstand, and not knowing what a grandstand was
253. I remember the round reading room at the British Museum and the proud day when I first had a reader’s ticket. I picked a seat and decided that this would be the seat I always used, just liked Karl Marx. The next time I came someone was sitting there already.
254. I remember Bod
255. I remember feedback (on guitars)
220. I remember the sobering day when I realised I was older than anyone in the England cricket team
