mostly david ephgrave

One song that will always send me speeding back to my childhood is The Age of Not Believing from Bedknobs and Broomsticks. I loved that film as a kid. I really did. My VHS copy was worn out from constant use. I got so used to watching that tired old tape that when the film was broadcast on TV a few years back, I expected the picture to be warped at the top of the screen. Sometimes, I'm an idiot. I used to know the script inside out. I was the same with the soundtrack. I’d inherited a copy of the LP from my mum’s friend Vivienne, which was often on the turntable of the record player in my dining room. I’d mime along to it when no-one was about; pretending I was David Tomlinson, extolling the virtues of underwater life to Angela Lansbury while surrounded by a school of animated fish. I’d watch my performance throughout in the reflection in the glass door of my mum's display cabinet. It’s no wonder I ended up as a professional show-off with a childhood like thi...