georgec said:
Bingo, have you ever gone to a football match or been caught in the raucous crowds of said matches?
Imagine there was a stimulus that could make you lose consciousness, self dignity and potentially cause physical injury and it could happen at anytime.
That's my reaction to a rapid surge in crowd noise in the flesh.
On television it's just an annoying buzz or a rumble but the sound of thousands of people exploding with enthusiasm all at once while I'm there, is my Kryptonite.
Televised sport just annoys me but being there would be torture.
Warb what I meant was we had one television and if my father watched sports or my mother watched soaps we either learned to enjoy it (and I never did) or we tried to ignore it (which was often impossible).
When you are little concepts like property rights and a weekend vegetating after a long weeks work make very little sense.
You know you want to watch the Bananasplits and this giant has the most boring thing in the universe on instead for up to six hours some of which he is asleep and still I can't change the channel.
Football hooliganism was a major UK problem in the 1970s.
We were on a special train and they blocked the tracks and had men with bricks on either bank of the track and they threw them into the carriages.
The adults had to lie on top of us to shield us from the broken glass.
I was competing with people almost a year older than me because I was born at the end of the academic year intake.
That meant I was bar a few days a year younger than the oldest guy in the same year group.
When you are 42 that's no difference at all but when you are 6 it's all the difference.
I was also in terms of learning to read mismatched. because my mother taught me to read quite well, before I went to school and had to sit through lessons teaching me how to read a couple of years after I had learned how to read.