Friday night at Croydonian Towers
At the risk of making myself a laughing stock / making myself the block's alpha geek, I am moored on the couch (with the lovely Miss M) watching the re-run of the 1964 election night on BBC Parliament, and how splendid an evening's viewing it is proving.
I am failing dismally to show any degree of detachment from events that took place before I was born (but I was born under that particular Red Terror, so ) and am having fun cheering or booing as appropriate.
Then there is the amusement of spotting youthful pundits, including Nigel Lawson and Tony Howard, and a very youthful Robin Day, Alan Whicker and Michael Barratt. Natch a Dimbleby has the chair. Bob McKenzie has not used a swing-o-meter while I've been watching, alas and alack.
The vox pops on the street are quite telling,with folk giving opinions without barracking from those disagreeing. Activists interviewed at Transport House are public schoolboys to man. Plus ca change etc.
Anyway, it is all over bar the chin music, so maybe I should do something a little less sad with the rest of the evening.
I am failing dismally to show any degree of detachment from events that took place before I was born (but I was born under that particular Red Terror, so ) and am having fun cheering or booing as appropriate.
Then there is the amusement of spotting youthful pundits, including Nigel Lawson and Tony Howard, and a very youthful Robin Day, Alan Whicker and Michael Barratt. Natch a Dimbleby has the chair. Bob McKenzie has not used a swing-o-meter while I've been watching, alas and alack.
The vox pops on the street are quite telling,with folk giving opinions without barracking from those disagreeing. Activists interviewed at Transport House are public schoolboys to man. Plus ca change etc.
Anyway, it is all over bar the chin music, so maybe I should do something a little less sad with the rest of the evening.
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I watched David Cameron's speech again earlier today and then the coverage of the 1964 election started. I watched it for about half an hour. Very familiar, young looking faces. Nostaglia; even though bloody Wilson won!
sadly I was eight at the time and was even sadder that I was actually interested as I came from a political family- a bit like Alf Garnett's
Just a shame it started at 10 in the morning on a weekday.
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