But one show my mum never missed - and consequently I never missed it either - was the BBC's Top Of The Pops.Īt the tender age of five, I was entranced by the glitz and sparkle of the pop acts as they strutted their funky stuff (and this was the 70s - there was a lot of funk and disco on Top Of The Pops, even as punk was beginning its strangled death rattle) and the rhythmic nature of so much of the chart music really appealed to me. Who, Blake's 7 and later Battlestar Galactica were all favourites that we both never missed) and watched a lot of factual programmes - the whole family were absolutely transfixed by David Attenborough's ground-breaking Life On Earth when it started airing around this time, and I've had a deep and abiding love for nature documentaries ever since. I owe a great deal of my taste in TV to my mum, who despite a weakness for Crossroads (the big British soap opera of the day) loved science fiction and fantasy ( Star Trek, Dr. Those precious evenings when she was at home rather than at work were often spent practicing my reading or basic maths, playing board games or watching TV. Considering the demands on her time and how tiring her endless parade of night work and long mornings and afternoons between shifts at the restaurant must have been, she spent an amazing amount of time with me - between her attentions and those of my grandparents, I never wanted for attention or things to occupy me. My mum worked as a staff nurse, and also part-time in a restaurant in town, to make ends meet. I lived with my mum at my grandparents small terraced house, my erstwhile father having long since disappeared from the scene. On Thursday, February 16th, 1978, I was five years old, having started at primary school the previous September. One of those few very vivid events is as clear to me now as it was yesterday, though. A few very vivid occurences aside, most of what happened to me before the age of about eight is lost to history. It's true what they say - the older you get, the more past events slip through the mists of time and are lost to you somewhere beyond the veil.
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