Nostalgia always frightened me. It was something that sounded like an age-related condition, such as myalgia or angina. Sufferers always smelled of Deep Heat, ordered chips by the penn'orth and let the pounds look after themselves. They were full of waste-notwant-not wisdom, and I knew that could never happen to me.
My fear, where the likes of Denis Norden and Arthur Askey discussed silent films and music hall acts. All their talk of olden times was irrelevant to me.
