Boys will be boys (1975 revisited)

No one likes to think of themselves as average. "Oh, I'm just average" you hear precisely nobody say. Not about themselves anyway. Only in hastily written police statements or headmasters' reports would we ever get the devastating truth about ourselves. (Average height, average weight, average intelligence.)

But if I was to transport myself back to 1975 then, like a lot of other boys in my class, I was an average teenager - full of hormones and not knowing what the hell to do with them. The obvious outlets were all too grubby (and sticky) to mention and a blog such as this wouldn't deign to stoop so low. Obviously.

There never were such (TV) times

However, in 1975 we had Purdey - the role Joanna Lumley has never surpassed in fifty odd years of treading the boards. When the New Avengers came to our screens it was like we had our own walking talking (not to mention sleeping) living doll all to ourselves; if you don't count Steed or Gambit. Speaking of Mike Gambit, it would be remiss of me to not share with you what was, for me, probably the finest interplay between him and Purdey. It was the scene me and countless pubescent schoolboys memorised and burnt into our collective retinas. File under 'boys will be boys'.