Saturday, 9 January 2010
I've been a huge fan of Jane Horrocks ever since I first saw her as 'Bubble', in Ab Fab. Her talent is amazing, and just now, after a happy half-hour on Youtube watching some hilarious clips, (if anyone has a copy of her 'Children's Marching Song' from 'Never mind the Horrocks', I'll crawl stark naked over three miles of broken glass in sub-zero temperatures, just to watch one second of the finale), but I digress.
I'm also neatly set up for the post now...(half a second then...?)
I found this advert in an old Private Eye in the roof, and it comes from issue 298, dated 18th May, 1973. (I've got a few more of these old beauties and they'll be mentioned in another post when I've counted them...).
It was the cost which made my eyes water when I read the blurb again. "Leading brands of cola at 7p, soda syphon 12p (remember them, great for shooting scotch all over the lounge ceiling), bottle of gin, £2.38p", and so on.
We bought one for the Daughts (and me because I used to be addicted to dry ginger, and Mrs S because she liked the bitter lemon), and they would eventually have odd flavours and colours like Intergalactic Space Juice, which was blue, and never ever washed out of the school uniforms.
But I suppose like all these gadgets, they get old, dirty, uninteresting and eventually chucked out which is a great pity, because looking at the website, it seems that you can pay anything up to £150 for a big new model. Ours went years ago.
It's also interesting to see the style of the ad, mentioning 'housewives having to carry heavy things...(?)', and also how they are honest in admitting that they hadn't got one flavour quite right yet! Now that really is refreshing!
But back to gorgeous Jane. I can watch 'Little Voice' every time it's shown on the TV, and as I also pretend in my dreams that I could be a dead ringer for Michael Caine (I wish - Lils don't you ever, ever say a word...), I reckon that there's the tiniest chance that she might see this and send me a copy of the bit when she loses her cool at the words of that 'Marching song', and curses everyone in sight...