The thin edge of the occultish wedge...
To say my mother is a little bit religious is like saying the Pope has a bit of a fondness for the Virgin Mary.
Therefore as not only our legal guardian but me and my brother Weazal's spiritual one, she was duty bound by the big man himself to safeguard our pure little souls from the compelling influence that the devil himself spreads through the electronic media that is TV.
So we were banned from watching all television on Sunday (even religious programmes such as Songs of Praise)
and on any other day:
Scooby Doo
Rentaghost
Rod Hull and Emu (that Grotbags, she was a witch you know)
any children's drama with any witches in, ghosts etc)
Robin of Sherwood (damn satanic pagans)
my various girl comics (Bunty, Misty) were always checked and if the had horscopes in, they were removed.
I did have my 45s magazine cancelled too (70s used to list the lyrics to chart hits of the day) but that was because I didn't understand the lyrics to Grace Jones' "Pull up to the bumper baby" but my mother did.
Anyway such programmes etc were consider to be the thin end of a very satanic wedge and if we had been allowed to view them heaven only know what would have happened to us, from the stories she used to tell us, probably in a padded cell screaming about imps.
We were also banned while on holiday and visiting Boscastle in Cornwall to enter the Witch Museum (even if we did pay with our own money).
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