Remember when you wanted to book a holiday in the Med and you had to go into a 'holiday shop' and choose from the, oh, 40 options on their 2 pages of Ceefax-ish screens. Or you could scroll through 60 pages of the ITV equivalent that involved you having to phone up some dubious looking companies to enquire about offers that probably didn't even exist. Looking back, it's a bit of a wonder that any of us ever made it abroad for our holidays
Remember when you wanted to book a holiday in the Med and you had to go into a 'holiday shop' and choose from the, oh, 40 options on their 2 pages of Ceefax-ish screens. Or you could scroll through 60 pages of the ITV equivalent that involved you having to phone up some dubious looking companies to enquire about offers that probably didn't even exist. Looking back, it's a bit of a wonder that any of us ever made it abroad for our holidays
Yep, my parents booked us on a last minute holiday to Malta using a deal they found on Teletext. Was well worth it, overshadowed by getting stung by a jellyfish though.
Good times. I remember pressing page 302 for the football scores to keep updating. When the BBC moved over to the red button, I think many of the page numbers stayed the same. Man, I'm such a drip
Damn all the jellyfishYep, my parents booked us on a last minute holiday to Malta using a deal they found on Teletext. Was well worth it, overshadowed by getting stung by a jellyfish though.
Good times. I remember pressing page 302 for the football scores to keep updating. When the BBC moved over to the red button, I think many of the page numbers stayed the same. Man, I'm such a drip
The City game was the one when the UK's oldest ball boy, Keith Cuss, headed the ball up into the west to run the clock down.
City complained to the ref and the press afterwards, and Keith got binned by Dudley Sizen on the Monday.