#8 in an occasional series of repressed 70's memories that turn out to be true.
I can never predict which of these will resonate with the Readership. The Avon tribute brought many Old Girls out into the light, dabbing glu-stik onto their wrists and lisping, "It's Tho Pratty!" Way to go, Girls. Maybe this is one for the boys. I can't be sure, having grown up mostly a boy and living mostly a bachelor, but completely unable to buy their shirts.
Some people can recite the opening of The Lone Ranger. Some, The A Team. This was one I knew. That part of my brain grew over, which is what the Internet is for.