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On the ITN thread, we've somehow managed to turn it into a reverie on the delights of getting up really early when you were young to watch the telly start. To avoid derailing that thread still further I thought it might be more suitable in a thread of its own.
It's something those of us of a certain age think of fondly, I know Nick Hancock used to do a routine about it, saying you would watch as much telly as you could because you felt there was a finite amount of it and if you were lucky you could probably watch it all. I always tried to get up as early as I could when I was young because I was so terrified of missing anything interesting on the telly. In many ways it was the anticipation that was more fun than the programmes, so even when TVam was running from 6am on the weekends, I would still rather watch the test card and menu on BBC1. That's how much I didn't like TVam.
Saturday mornings on BBC1 in the late eighties and early nineties, the height of my telly obsession, only featured the test card and menu business in the winter, because for most of the year it would involve the Open University. I remember watching bits of that and being totally baffled, apart from a geometry course which I remember running which included an episode discussing the BBC1 COW globe.
As I said on the ITN thread, I had a telly in my own bedroom from when I was eight and I was far more excited to be able to watch more telly first thing in the morning than late at night. The only time I'd really annoy my parents would be on Christmas Day when my sister and I would get up at about 5am and have the telly on too loud to force our parents to get up. I also must have wound them up on holiday when I'd still do it, whether in a caravan with wafer thin walls or, on at least one New Year's Day, in the same hotel room.
No such problems at home, but I remember my dad once coming into my bedroom and telling me to go to sleep because somehow I'd imagined it was the morning and turned the telly on in my sleep when it was in fact midnight. I remember telling him I couldn't find any cartoons.
I didn't watch all the telly in my bedroom, mind. I remember when The 8.15 From Manchester was on I got in a routine of going into the living room, throwing out the previous week's Radio Times and making my own breakfast, all so I could be in front of the telly when it started. Must have made a right racket. Felt like a proper grown-up, though.
So, if anyone else has any happy memories about waiting for the telly to start, or switching it on far too early, "just in case" there was some kind of secret telly on, do please share them.
It's something those of us of a certain age think of fondly, I know Nick Hancock used to do a routine about it, saying you would watch as much telly as you could because you felt there was a finite amount of it and if you were lucky you could probably watch it all. I always tried to get up as early as I could when I was young because I was so terrified of missing anything interesting on the telly. In many ways it was the anticipation that was more fun than the programmes, so even when TVam was running from 6am on the weekends, I would still rather watch the test card and menu on BBC1. That's how much I didn't like TVam.
Saturday mornings on BBC1 in the late eighties and early nineties, the height of my telly obsession, only featured the test card and menu business in the winter, because for most of the year it would involve the Open University. I remember watching bits of that and being totally baffled, apart from a geometry course which I remember running which included an episode discussing the BBC1 COW globe.
As I said on the ITN thread, I had a telly in my own bedroom from when I was eight and I was far more excited to be able to watch more telly first thing in the morning than late at night. The only time I'd really annoy my parents would be on Christmas Day when my sister and I would get up at about 5am and have the telly on too loud to force our parents to get up. I also must have wound them up on holiday when I'd still do it, whether in a caravan with wafer thin walls or, on at least one New Year's Day, in the same hotel room.
No such problems at home, but I remember my dad once coming into my bedroom and telling me to go to sleep because somehow I'd imagined it was the morning and turned the telly on in my sleep when it was in fact midnight. I remember telling him I couldn't find any cartoons.
I didn't watch all the telly in my bedroom, mind. I remember when The 8.15 From Manchester was on I got in a routine of going into the living room, throwing out the previous week's Radio Times and making my own breakfast, all so I could be in front of the telly when it started. Must have made a right racket. Felt like a proper grown-up, though.
So, if anyone else has any happy memories about waiting for the telly to start, or switching it on far too early, "just in case" there was some kind of secret telly on, do please share them.