Baldy Man, Gold Blend flirters and mash-mad Martians: TV’s golden age
As the History of Trust turns 50, our writer revels in its vast archive, remembering the bread boy on his bike, the suggestive coffee-drinkers and
As the History of Trust turns 50, our writer revels in its vast archive, remembering the bread boy on his bike, the suggestive coffee-drinkers and the Hamlet smoker adjusting his comb-over Hanging over the toilet in the gents’ loos at the History of Trust’s archive in deepest Norfolk is a photograph of Ian Botham.
It’s not just the cricketing great’s mullet that tells you this is 1986, but the fact that Beefy is smoking a cigar. The caption below answers the question that has troubled philosophers since Aristotle:
“Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet.” If the past is a foreign country, then the history of is a whole alternate universe, one in which excitable metallic martians induced us to buy Cadbury’s powdered
potatoes with the slogan: “For mash get Smash.” It’s a place where bowler-hatted chimps dressed as removal men wooed us into buying PG Tips tea, while legions of sports stars energetically carcinogenic smokes. Continue reading...
