So we start with cassette recorders and Sony Walkmen. I bet a lot of you reading this will have owned both.
My cassette recorder was quite a bulky thing that made a rather tinny sound and of course there was always the chance that the tape from the cassette would get caught up in the machine necessitating emergency repairs. Then when games computers came along I would hook up my cassette machine to a ZX Spectrum and try to input a game via a cassette. There would be much noise and half the time it wouldn't work anyway.
Then there was the Walkman which preceded the iPod and consisted of a small player that could be carried in a pocket and listened to via headphones. Into this machine you placed an aforementioned music cassette. When you had one of these you really felt trendy. Now if you use one you are just a fuddy duddy stuck in the past.
I remember a friend of ours being given a Walkman for his 80th or was it his 90th birthday? He had to have quite a lot of instruction on how to use it and I'm not sure he ever bothered.
Footballs with laces. These were quite evil and nothing like the light balls used today. I had one of these. The lace was raised and hard and hurt if it came into contact with your head. The ball was made of leather and had to be regularly treated with dubbin to make it waterproof.
As I write this the smell of that dubbin comes back to me. Of course it didn't make the ball totally waterproof and you can imagine how hard it could become when it got wet.
Cars with chokes. I'm not quite old enough to remember cars with crank or starting handles but I do remember chokes which you pulled out before turning the ignition on. There used to be an old joke that lady drivers pulled them out to have somewhere to hang their handbags.
Once the engine started and the got a little warm the choke was pushed back in.
Eventually cars had what were called automatic chokes and that was a relief to those of us who occasionally forget to put it back in.
Then there are random happenings, totally irrelevant to anything but which have stayed with me over the years.
One such was when I was at the Norwich School and was walking to play football. I would have been in the sixth form as only sixth formers were allowed to play football. Younger pupils had to play rugby.
The changing rooms were an old stables block close to Bishop Bridge for those of you who know Norwich. The pitches we used were almost a mile away on Britannia Barracks. We must have walked there wearing our football boots which wasn't a greatly sensible thing to do but I don't remember ever changing into boots at the side of the pitch.
We played sport on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. On one of these we saw a car take a bend on an area of Norwich known as Mousehold - some of you might recognise the name from Kett's Rebellion or the Tombland novel about that rebellion by C. J. Sansom.
This car ended up on two wheels and I reckon it was touch and go whether it flipped over or not. It didn't and just drove on its way as if nothing had happened. Every time I drive round Mousehold I recall this incident. I have no idea why but it's just something that has stayed in my mind.
Then there was another road incident. I was sitting in the Marsham Arms pub just outside Norwich, having a drink with a friend whose name is also Peter.
Two cars collided virtually opposite the pub. I cannot recall why they collided and nobody was hurt but it was another memory that found its way into my memory bank.
Another memory is prompted by tables made out of old fashioned sewing machines. You often find them in pubs or restaurants. My grandmother actually had a working machine and I well remember the treadle. I'm sure it was a Tom Jones (sorry I mean a singer).
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I will continue to share these memories with you as and when they occur.
I must end today with an example of double standards by the BBC. On Sunday morning they had an item on young women being subjected to physical sexual acts or intimidatory sexual remarks. One woman complained about her bottom being grabbed or smacked by men.
Fast forward a few hours and an advert for a new comedy programme entitled "The Power of Parker" featured a woman delivering a whopping smack to a man's rump. Presumably it was thought this was ok because it was all in the name of comedy and just harmless fun. In other words exactly the kind of thing the morning show was campaigning to stop.