Father loved gadgets and we had a TV very early on, I remember an aerial like a giant X on a huge pole in the garden and about 50 people crowded into a darkened room to watch the Coronation on a tiny black and white screen. 
Nostalgia just isn't what it used to be. 
Hmmmm. Reminds me of the time I was volunteered to go put a X aerial up on the chimney whilst everyone was milling around below fretting about whether I'd manage it before Emergency Ward 10 started.
All of a sudden, there was a series of very sharp pains in the middle of my back. Losing my perspective for a moment I released my grip on the chimney and slid down the roof and into the rose garden - accompanied by my cat.
As I was being revived, I was told she had climbed the ladder and was heading up to me when she lost grip on the tiles and to save sliding down leapt desperately for my back, I chided them gently about them not mentioning the matter to me and then my mother came out and wolloped me for ruining her roses.
and said "Get back up there and finish the job."
Then they all went in to watch the telly leaving me sat in the garden - with my cat - comparing holes.
