Like me, I am sure many of you out there in reader-ville appreciate a good bit of nostalgic telly from time to time, don’t you? My long-suffering other half (eighteen years in a few weeks) keeps a keen eye on what’s coming up on the telly-box – she’s a good lass that’s been trained well you know. Being the same as most other alpha-males turned fifty, if it’s got a nice balance of 70’s cars, a whiff of flared denim, a subtle amount of gratuitous violence and doffs its forelock to a pretty girl in a yellow bikini, you’ll find me gazing
