Ready Steady Go: The weekend starts hereWatching this all of a sudden I’m a very small boy in a Liverpool-red dressing gown allowed to stay up late on a Friday night to watch RSG while my baby sister slept upstairs. At some point, my Dad would come home from the late shift via the Carlton Hotel bearing a bottle of Mackeson or a Pony sherry for Mum, cockles and Smiths crisps with the little blue bag of salt inside for me. Sometimes my elder brother would bring in fish and chips and we would eat them from the newspaper in front of a dying coal fire. Greasy-fingered and lips savoury from salt and vinegar, unbeknownst to us we would watch a cultural revolution taking place on a fuzzy black and white screen in the corner of the living room.
Get it now before Dave Clarke’s minions issue the takedown notice