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Saturday, 19 December 2020

FINS AND RADARS

Images: Ykessa

DID YOU GET MILK AT PRIMARY SCHOOL?

I remember getting milk at primary in the Sixties. It was a welcome mid-morning ritual and it came in a triangular pack. There must have been a straw too but I don't recall that.

It must have been full-fat milk with all the cream mixed in, which I would struggle with now, as I'm very funny about anything floating in milk these days.

I imagine the mid-morning shot of milk was a Government-backed scheme to strengthen bones and teeth and create a nation of George Bests and Virginia Wades.

It didn't work on me as I was and remain the most unsporty person you are ever likely to know. My milky energy boost will have been absorbed into my pent-up angst at being segregated from the girls at playtime. I was quite the flirt even then, but alas, in our Victorian redbrick school reminiscent of a workhouse, the girls had there own playground with a posse of nuns between them and the boys' yard!

Still, I enjoyed the milk and wonder if it really did help our generation's bones and teeth?

What do you think?

I LOVED THE TEST CARD GIRL

Whatever happened to the Test Card girl I wonder? She was one of my first puppy loves as she played noughts and crosses with that pesky clown, who I was sooo jealous of!

In the static of my old memories I associate the test card with the whining peep at the end of TV at midnight.

I assume the high-pitched noise was to wake up any sleeping watchers curled up on the sofa speckled with the illuminated snow that appeared after the test girl.

I remember turning the telly off and waking my Dad up to go to bed in the late 70's when we lived on our own. "C'mon Dad, let's hit the hay" I would have said.

Forty years on I'm still hearing that whistle - or is it tinitis - and dreaming of my first crush, the test card girl.

Do you remember these readers? How did TV end at night where you are in the world?