Posted: 10/06/2014 at 11:36
Busy Bee, it is called progress, my Dad dragged me to the local Hippodrome first house to see live shows, he laughed his head off at what I as a lad thought very smutty, not spelled out but insinuation, the audiences would be in tears, I was always glad when the singers came on that rather uncomfortable feeling left in the wonder of music.
The wartime Radio shows ITMA and such joked about the times and things we knew about, we would be glued to the old Cosser Radio all the family all having a good laugh and we needed it.
Times changed and the Films brought us comedians who were stars of the silver screen, more sophisticated to us brought up on home grown comics whose lavatory humour was the joke for the film, we still laughed because we still needed to and forget the day to day austerity. The children were off on their own road by then, we had a very early TV, mum and I were BBC kids were ITV neither seeing the point of the other, such is life, they now have cable's boxes, X type thingees and games stations, so many hand held controllers I never know where to start, they still complain there is nothing worth watching yet fight the children over what to watch on the main set. I have lived too long.
David, it would be a dull old world if we all agreed all of the time, discussion is the spice of life, without disagreement there would be no discussion.