I know the whole retro seventies/tv nostalgia thing has probably been blogged to within an inch of it's life, but I'm having a bad week, and want to write about something through my rose-tinted keyboard today. So I thought I'd give you some fondly remembered snapshots of my childhood in the seventies.
*looks upwards and screen goes all misty and wobbly for a second.
1. The Six Million Dollar Man
This was a bittersweet pleasure for me. One of the best action heroes ever, and he was on the same night as Cubs!? Oh the indignation! I only got to see about one episode in four which made it a tantalising treat, almost just beyond my reach. It got a bit rubbish when he got involved with the Bionic Woman (now remade with Michelle 'why the long face' Ryan). It always gets rubbish when we have to get involved with women. The world would be a much more peaceful place if they were to let us men alone to play on our Choppers at WAR WAR WAR! Which brings us nicely to...
2. My Chopper
Obviously I'm talking about my Raleigh Chopper, not making some puerile double entendre about willies. Mine was a purple chunky deathtrap of a thing which, in my 11 year old brain was also a dead ringer for Robert Mitchum's F-86 Sabre in The Hunters
3. Queueing up to see Grease
They were queuing around the corner at Wolverhampton Odeon in 1978. J and I went with our sisters (no double-date jokes please). When we saw the number of people waiting, we left our siblings to "Go and get some pop and crisps". We then sloped across town to the the ABC Cinema (Multiplexes not yet invented) and watched Mel Brooks' High Anxiety, rejoining the front of the Grease queue a couple of hours later, without pop or crisps.
4. Replicas by Tubeway Army
This stopped me in my tracks in 1979 and I became suddenly enamoured with eyeliner and two tone ties. Luckily he dyed his hair black not long after (before it fell out and then came back), saving me the bother of 'going blond'. Left me with a lifelong fondness for black clothes, reinforced by my 1983 Goth spell.
5. Alias Smith and Jones
"Starring Pete Doo-al and Ben Murphy". Pete killed himself during the show's run, and was replaced with someone who's name eludes me. I remember being told by me mum and being rather haunted by it. Why would a comboy tv star on the run from the law commit suicide? Incomprehensible!
I loved school. I was rubbish at the actual lessons, and walked away with zero qualifications. But it was full of mostly friendly kids. Unfortunately laughing your way through school does not prepare you for the harsh realities of life. Culture-shock followed...
7. Fox on the Run by The Sweet
The first record I ever bought was Wig-Wam Bam, and I was a keen follower of all the hits of the Kings of Glam. Damn downloads and iTunes has all but eroded the magic, as I have had these on personal music players for years. Not FOTR though. For some reason I never downloaded this one, and has become somewhat sacred to me.
8. Starsky and Hutch
Starsky and Hutch was brilliant. Even the crap remake was brilliant (if crap).
9. Evel Knieval AND Bruce Lee
I always wanted to be in a gang with Bruce, Evel, Elvis, Steve Austin, Dave Wagstaffe and Neil Armstrong. Sadly it never happened. I think Mr Knieval was indestructable. Mr Lee, sadly was not.
10. Happy Days
Heyyyyyy! Happy Days was rubbish. Sit on it yerself, Arthur.
11. Upstairs Downstairs and Thriller
Der-Der-de-Der-da-Der.... early Saturday evening light entertainment with yet more pop and crisps. Has anyone revisited Upstairs Downstairs? Was it any good?
Thriller came on later in the night and sent me and my elder sister scurrying behind the sofa for cover. If you'd like a reminder of a clip and that music (which terrifies me to this day), see below.