The very first thing I watched was a Cup Final in the 1950s. My parents had friends who owned an electrical shop and they were the first people we knew to have a set. It was black and white with a nine-inch screen. They had their sitting room arranged like a cinema and there must have been about thirty or forty people crammed in. Being little I was allowed to sit at the front. I don't think I was very interested in the match, but I remember the whole experience being incredibly exciting! (Oh we knew how to enjoy ourselves in those days!
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The next programme I watched was the Coronation. My father was a teacher and I went to his school and watched it there with the other children. My mum had made me a lovely red and white gingham dress with royal blue hand-smocking specially for the occasion.
Soon after this my father won a TV and a reporter/photographer came to the house to write an article for the Competitors' Journal, the newspaper which ran the competition. I still have a copy of this, with a picture of me holding a knob pretending to turn it on! We seemed to spend ages fiddling with it to get a good picture... Anybody remember 'horizontal hold' and 'vertical hold' controls which had to be very carefully adjusted? By the time you'd sorted out the picture you'd missed half of the programme!
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