346. I remember Tich and Quackers
347. I remember Jonah Barrington, squash champion (yes, there was once a time when squash champions were memorable)
348. I remember the chimpanzees’ tea parties at London Zoo
349. I remember Pearl & Dean
350. I remember that Sony Walkmans were introduced to us all through a Police pop video
351. I remember Michael Foot. I remember seeing Michael Foot, shuffling down Charing Cross Road in search of second-hand books
352. I remember the Loving Awareness Band, the Radio Caroline house band
353. I remember the first book of poetry I bought, which was T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land and Other Poems
354. I remember Pelé
355. I remember Lily the Pink (which I associate with hearing played on the radio while we stopped off at a café in Andorra, on he way to a family holiday in Spain)
356. I remember actually hiding behind the sofa while watching Dr Who
357. I remember Jess Yates
358. I remember Dreamland
359. I remember the Green Cross Code
360. I remember the Mike Sammes Singers
361. I remember feeling a deep sense of shock at seeing Mick Jagger being interviewed, because he was supposed to be too awful a person to be allowed on television
362. I remember lipsmackinthirstquenchinacetastinmotivatingoodbuzzincooltalkinhighwalkinfastlivinevergivincoolfizzinpepsi
363. I remember the great reverence in which Albert Schweitzer was held. I had a book which stressed how good the doctor was, though I did not know why we was considered so good. I just liked the pictures of animals
364. I remember cinema usherettes with torches
365. I remember the X-ray machine in our local shoe shop, which can’t have done anybody any good
366. I remember the Gizmo, the electric guitar device Lol Creme and Kevin Godley hoped would revolutionise pop music. It didn’t
367. I remember Vicky Leandros
368. I remember the Archies
369. I remember, when very young, saying ‘hello’ to a parrot in a zoo and the utter shock I felt when the bird said ‘hello’ back to me
370. I remember Green Shield Stamps
371. I remember the straight bat of Chris Tavaré
372. I remember teapots
