Just like you, but different
As I was growing up, something of a ritual established itself on Thursday nights at 7.30pm. After tea had been consumed, typically consisting of a home made beef lasagne lovingly cooked by mum and the washing up duties squabbled over and completed, the family settled down together to watch TV. Ours was a particularly fine television set, featuring the ability to find all three channels available, and to display their shows in a very attractive shade of black and white.
As colour TV had only just been invented a mere twelve years earlier we were the envy of all our neighbours, most of whom had mistakenly gone out and bought colour TV sets, thus missing out on the narrower spectrum that black and white was so good at displaying.
Every Thursday night at 7.30pm our set was switched on so we could watch Top of the Pops (well, twenty…
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