I have the radio 5 celebration on. It is extremely upsetting. A mix of real players voices, and actors, some cabaret style covers of hist of the day (plus Chris Farlowe as his former self, albeit he left his voice in the dressing room). God the 60s were depressing shitty times. Poor old Bobby Charlton sounds choked - and you can hardly hear him. So much of the music is croony rubbish. Reminds me how sad and small life was back then (if you had no money, like my family). Nothing on the radio or TV (literally - stations went off air all afternoon. People were pig ignorant. Everyone flying little flags at the WC final - the bloody Union Jack, like it was the United Kingdom in the final. Still, it makes me think of my parents (long dead) and how tough life was for them. And poor old Bobby Moore. I hadn't realised he had and hid cancer before the WC - a fact not known till after his death. The way Moore was treated after he retired is a joke. These days you get a knighthood for winning a few olympic medals for cycling, FFS. I'm getting cross now. And I promised myself to stop ranting on NSC for a bit . . . . roll on the football season.