286. I remember the Double Deckers
287. I remember Tiger Tim
288. I remember Zager and Evans (“in the year 2025, if man is still alive, if woman can survive…”). Remarkably they still gave human kind an outside chance of surviving up to 9595
289. I remember Lance Gibbs
290. I remember town carnivals with floats and cars advertising local businesses that for some reason we turned out to watch them drive by, year after year
291. I remember hot pants
292. I remember Lord Snooty and his pals
293. I remember adventure playgrounds arriving just too late for me to be of an age to enjoy them
294. I remember following every game, every move of Fischer v Spassky
295. I remember the eleven plus
296. I remember boating lakes, where they did actually shout out “number 9, your time is up”
297. I remember my jigsaw set with pieces made out of all the counties of Great Britain
298. I remember we saved on bills by reusing bath water
299. I remember being unnerved by a children’s science fiction TV drama in which one of the characters travelled through time and was shocked to come across his elder self (a dowdy man with glasses, as I recall). The inevitability of adulthood must have struck me for the first time
300. I remember when eating scampi denoted class
301. I remember measuring my height each birthday
302. I remember when circus acts (always with Charlie Cairoli) were considered a great idea for children’s television
303. I remember that every Friday afternoon my primary school class put on a short play which one or other of us had written – particularly I remember one which boldly took as its subject the arrest of hippies
304. I remember my pedal car
305. I remember Spirographs
306. I remember Johnny Morris
307. I remember spending hours and hours trying to decode Kit Williams’ Masquerade book in the hope of finding a golden hare
308. I remember skipping rhymes
309. I remember Please Sir! (and its follow-up series The Fenn Street Gang) and how on the playground we would decide which member of the cast members each of us was
310. I remember Melody Maker
311. I remember bagatelle boards
312. I remember deciding that I could take my 5-year-old brother and mould him into a great football player through careful training. It didn’t work
313. I remember playing blind man’s bluff
314. I remember Biafra
