…weaned on a television viewing diet of Hughie Greens, Arthur Askeys, Alma Cogans, and the Good Old Days…

…in the late 1950s, the Gallacher household in Docklands Govan, in Glasgow, sum’how eked out enuff from father’s frugal income to buy a television on Hire Purchase… as with Christmas presents, as much fun was derived from playing with the huge cardboard box in which it arrived in our wee slum dwelling as watching the programmes…

…the cheapest model consisted of what resembled a standing cabinet with a teeny-weeny 12-inch screen with a curvature from the middle of it to the sides… we had black and white, or white and black, and all shades of grey… colour programming was a thing of the far distant  future… the BBC ROOLED the roost until the commercial channels began to appear… ours had Scottish Television, whose standard reception seemed to be a flurry of snow permanently across the screen… but never mind, it had advertisements and jingles, which oft-times were far superior to the programmes… ‘McEwans is the best buy, the best buy in beer!’, ‘You’ll wonder where the yellow went when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent’, and Bing Crosby crooning away ‘I’m going Shell, I’m going well, I’m going Shell, Shell, Shell,’ all accompanied by us kids sitting in a semicircle on the floor around the ‘box’, singing in the key of ‘very loud’… but the evening entertainment, especially at weekends, gave us endless pleasure… …we were weaned on a viewing diet of the Hughie Greens, the Arthur Askeys, the Alma Cogans,

…and The Good Old Days, and loads of other names now long since faded from our immediate mem’ries…

…given the garbage I see offered up most of the time now,  mostly slot-fillers, I yearn for a Frankie Vaughn warble, a Brucie Forsyth and Angela, ‘giving us a whirl’, and the haunting trumpet-playing wrapped around the credits for Coronation Street… gone are the ‘open the box!, or take the money! audience shrieking in the quiz shows…

…and the unflappable Richard Dimbleby, the doyen of broadcasters,  describing Royal weddings and funerals of the great and the good… hardly surprising that I watch very little on the television these days other than sport… emb’dy else get that gnaw of nostalgia?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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12 responses to “…weaned on a television viewing diet of Hughie Greens, Arthur Askeys, Alma Cogans, and the Good Old Days…

  1. Good memories of the late 50s, Seumas! Remember them well! 🎶📚 Christine

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  2. As my eyes diminish, so the fuzzy quality of older TV pictures becomes ever more suitable. Sad to say, nostalgia ain’t what it used to be, as far as I’m concerned. 😜

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  3. I kept waiting for one of those images NOT to be familiar – but I knew them all FAR too well! Though I wouldn’t want to go back to those ‘good old days’!

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  4. I haven’t watched TV for years … anything I want to watch these days can be found on the interwebz

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  5. We shared some of the same TV programs in the U.S. I also still remember the news of John Cameron Swazy starting with: “And a good evening to you.” It was the news plain and simple without extra entertainment. Afterward, it was my bedtime. 😀 — Suzanne

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