One last thing...
TV has changed beyond recognition, says Jon Honeyball, and that means old rules must change, too
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hen I were a lad, things were simple. Back in the mid-1970s, TV meant a box in the living room. Big-screen tellies stretched all of 20in, while colour was a high-end option. Remote controls were large brick-sized devices tethered to the set, and marked out your TV as being special.
We had three channels: BBC1, BBC2 and the regional ITV station, Anglia in our household. They all shut down at a decent hour, which was well after my bedtime but no later than midnight.
Getting to choose a programme as a 10-year-old was a major coup. And my mum had no compunction about saying “we don’t want to be watching this” if anything came on screen she deemed inappropriate. After all, she was watching the TV too, even if she was engrossed in a book of recipes.