As a child you could not keep me from television sets and old VHF players with dust on top. I loved the shiny grays and blacks that trapped sky, the smells of the toilet duck lemon zest and fungus.
Even more than those things i loved the sound when the electrons were set in motion and began rushing towards my face but were defected at the last moment as the images flickered into life.
And what a life those images had….
If I had youths blood I would re-watch every minute of children’s TV that I enjoyed as a sprog. These sentiments have lead me to try my hand at the dark art of educational kids television. The results were of course disappointing it is no teenage mutant ninja turtles I am afraid.
Good help these days is so hard to find.

