Shall we watch the Test Card; comment on the Open University’s lecturer’s sartorial elegance or The Likely Lads?
This would echo round my Balham flat in the ‘60s because, invariably, each night, this was the choice of viewing. Having seen Martha Longhurst’s death by viaduct, I was always too traumatized to watch anything on ITV.
But nowadays we are spoiled for choice; but you still hear the perennial utterance of “there’s nothing on TV tonight”.
In the ‘60s, there were no remotes, so getting up and down to change the channel was part of an evening aerobics class. The other challenge was making sure the aerial was correctly positioned.
As part of my parents’ child labour activities, I’d often have to stand behind the TV with the aerial held high in the air so they could watch Compact clearly. For years I thought it was a radio series.
Because the screen was so grainy, you couldn’t see the strings attached to many of the puppets. I was always amazed that Andy Pandy could jump into his box like a Harrier Jump Jet. The sound wasn’t brilliant either. I’m sure, if there were modern day Flowerpot Men, Bill and Ben would sound quite articulate.
I’m still not used to a remote and often try and change channels with my glasses case.