Oh, for the glory days of Fun House

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Nostalgia and the way it makes us feel fascinates me. You know, when our minds think back to a happy time in the past with a large dose of sentimentality and always whilst wearing our rose-tinted glasses.

Whatever the subject from history that is going through our minds, it seems to create a positive mood.

This feeling can be triggered by many different things – such as when you hear a song on the radio and it reminds you of your school days, the nostalgia starts and you can remember all the people you knew, the places you visited and the fun times you had when you heard that song for the first time.

Whenever I hear any version of the song Unchained Melody it reminds me of when I starred in my junior school variety show at St John’s in Arundel Street.

I was one half of Robson and Jerome. I’m not sure which one I was, but I’m sure the audience was pretty impressed with my miming skills.

But nostalgia can be brought on in other ways, such as when I smell coconut rum.

This always reminds me of my first holiday with my mates to Tenerife when I was 18.

I think it was the cheapest drink out there so it was all we drank throughout the whole week.

If you, like me, grew up in the late 1980s and early ’90s you might have enjoyed the recent Classics Weekend being shown on one of the children’s TV channels.

It was showing many of the kids’ shows I watched as a child and as I tuned in I could remember exactly where I was when I watched them first time around, mostly sitting on the living room floor right in front of the TV. A whole weekend of classic children’s TV shows gave me the perfect opportunity to show my children a time when, in my opinion, kids’ TV was at its best.

And if you’ll pardon me using the all-too-often-used nostalgic phrase which will make me sound much older than my 28 years – they don’t make them like they used to.

With confidence I put on the TV channel expecting Caitlin and Alyssa to enjoy what they were watching just as I did 20 years earlier.

After five minutes of viewing a favourite of mine, Woof, about the adventures of a boy that could turn into a dog, they became restless and lost interest.

Next came Fun House with Pat Sharp and his famous mullet. It was a dream of mine to visit the fun house, so surely they would be interested?

Sadly, no. Not even the brilliant Count Duckula could hold their attention.

I enjoyed a weekend of nostalgia, but for my daughters nothing beats Peppa Pig and Spongebob Squarepants.