Memories of milk floats
What is your first memory? Now there's a question, and I've always answered with the time when my brother was brought home from the maternity ward, a toy train for me concealed underneath his shawl. I was in the front room of the house. But was it my first ever memory? As it turns out, no. I started to wrack my brains for more, but could only initially move forward from that point, when my brother arrived home for the first time. I started working on actual years to see if anything could jog my memory further. I certainly remember the so-called Ferranti 'radiogram' and Beatles singles on the Parlophone label - Hard Day's Night springs to mind, I vaguely remember watching the funeral of Winston Churchill on our black and white television and, a year later, the 1966 World Cup Final at Wembley but, for a short while I had trouble going back from the toy train moment and yet there were things that started to come back to me, like when we moved from the bottom of our r...