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 o...