"it was the summer of 1950. but before i left denbigh road i saw the end of an era, the death of a culture: television arrived. before, when the men came back from work, the tea was already on the table, a fire was roaring, the radio emitted words or music softly in the corner, they washed and sat down at their places, with the woman, the child, and whoever else in the house could be inveigled downstairs. food began emerging from the oven, dish after dish, tea was brewed, beer appeared, off went the jerseys or jackets, the men sat in their shirtsleeves, glistening with well-being. they all talked, they sang, they told what had happened in their day, they talked dirty--a ritual; they quarrelled, they shouted, they kissed and made up and went to bed at twelve or one, after six or so hours of energetic conviviality. i suppose that this level of emotional intensity was not usual in the households of britain; i was witnessing an extreme. and then, from one day to the next--but literally from one evening to the next-- came the end of good times, for television had arrived and sat like a toad in the corner of the kitchen. soon the big kitchen table had been pushed along the wall, chairs were installed in a semi-circle and, on the chair arms, the swivelling supper trays. it was an end of an exuberant verbal culture..." --doris lessing, "walking in the shade, 1949-1962"

today's recommended mp3 - jurassic five - what's golden