![]() ![]() Most of all though I tend to think of long-haired yellow-fingered hippies rolling up on Astral Weeks album sleeves in gloomy bedsits, the curtains drawn tightly together. A more enduring image might be that of those beleaguered festival-goers trudging forlornly along the endless back roads of the Isle Of Wight, their mood darkening by the second. But despite those tender memories, I usually think of 1970 as the bleakest of years. ![]() Perhaps the only other thing I remember watching on TV at the time is Mary Mungo & Midge, always at lunchtimes. I was three years old in 1970, so, unsurprisingly, I have little recollection of the time, although vividly etched in my memory are pictures of those Brazilian shirts from the Mexico World Cup which looked like they were about to burst into flames on our television screens. ![]()
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