As a child of 1960s popular culture, the telly was my babysitter.
(Sorry, Mum, but while you were out milking the cows with Dad, my big brother and I were fighting over which TV programme to watch. As he was six years older than me, he called the shots.)
I am told the first tune I ever hummed was the Coronation Street theme, which is funny because I was always under the impression we weren’t allowed to watch ITV because it was too common.
From the children’s television of Animal Magic, Follyfoot and Here Come The Double Deckers to sitting with my dad and watching Dave Allen, Tales of the Unexpected and boxing with Harry Carpenter, telly was my fix.
In between, there’d be pop music bellowing out all over the house via the radio and record player, courtesy of my four older siblings, and storytelling in the form of Don Quixote from my older sister, with whom I shared not only a bedroom but also a bed.
I still love reading and listening to music and the telly is up there in the corner, sitting on the throne of all that is good and bad in the world.
During lockdown, especially this winter, the television has been the one thing that has kept me sane, while all the while driving me mad.
We’ve binged-watched Netflix shows, argued over what film to see next and dipped our toes into more documentaries than we could shake a stick at.
I know what I like. And what I don’t like.
And now, every Friday, I’m planning to give you my take on what’s good – and not so good – to watch on the box at the moment. I’d love it if you could give me your recommendations, too. Just hop across to the What’s on the telly page.
That’s about it.
Love, Maddie x