Scotch pancakes, Dickie Davies, the smell of Woodbines and the fear of council estate pikies bullying me as i went to get my Grandad's Southern Evening Echo from the shop.
Happy days.
Of course there was also the spectacle of World of Sport Wrestling. The Haystacks, Big Daddy, Kendo Nagasaki - we lived in a time of wrestling honestly and valour.
These times are on upon us again.
I'm just waiting for the costumes. Imagine a Big Daddy fat suit for your thumb.
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