What sort of telly has the queen got

[Ming the Merciless]

I remember watching the World Cup in 86 on a tiny portable 12" TV. It didn't even show the full width of the goal in the match against Poland. We had to use the horizontal picture control to try and see if a goal had gone in when they showed a replay.

 

[snorri]

I expect like much of the nation they upgraded to a colour tv to watch the coronation.

Upgraded? Upgraded?
At coronation time we all went to the local Picture House to watch TV on a ****** gigantic screen, what ever happened to Picture Houses?

 

[tony111]

I reckon it's a rental telly with a coin meter attached and she let's her grandkids top it up cos the coins have got granny's head on em.

 

[Ming the Merciless]

Nah it'll be like in Thunderbirds. There will be a massive 16th Century portrait of an ancestor hanging in the drawing room. When no one is about , it'll turn into a TV picture. She also has portraits of all her children that beep when they are getting in touch, and a video link appears.

 

[roadrash]

she hasn't got a telly and she doesn't like football,..... do I win

 

[raleighnut]

That would be a great bit of time travel to achieve, my father was the first person in their street to buy a TV in their street, he bought it to watch the coronation & all the neighbours came around to watch. It was very much like the one in the picture from @raleighnut.

Not sure when we went to colour, but I still remember have a B&W TV in my bedroom in 1976 where you had to turn a knob to dial in the frequency.

That English Electric set I posted was the 'top of the range' in 1953, why'd you think it was in a Walnut Cabinet.

 

[Sharky]

That reminds me of the old chestnut about the potato king:

The Potato King was sick of his three princess daughters moping around the palace so he summoned them to his chamber.

(Pam Ayers rustic accent here) “Daughters,” he commanded, “It's time for you to get married. Go out and find yourselves a suitable potato husband and report back to me one year from now.”

A year passed and the three daughters returned to tell their father how they had got on.

“My first daughter… tell me who you married!”

“Well Father,” replied the first daughter, “ I met a lovely Jersey Royal and I married him!”

“Very good! Very good!” chortled the Kind proudly. “Daughter number two?”

“Ooh Father, I met a lovely King Edward and I married him!”

“Excellent! Excellent!” smiled the King. “Now, daughter number three – how did you get on?"

(Sad voice here) “Well Father, I’m afraid I must disappoint you. I married….. I married.... Des Lynam”

“Des Lynam? Des Lynam?” shouted the King, enraged. “He’s just a common tater!”

When I first heard that joke, the punchline chap was Eamonn Andrews