"Tarzan, this massive suntanned chap wearing a small doormat, was rippling his pectorals all over my living room. It quite upset me. I've had colour television for more than two years now. I've grown accustomed to its stunning face, and have even learnt to listen to what it is saying. For initially, the effect of colour is deafening. But I have never seen colour so early in the day and, in my weakened state, it pounced. Aggressive, extrovert, a physical assault. Tarzan at 10 was like beef for breakfast." 17.11.1969 Nancy Banks-Smith
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