Guest Columnist - Tracy Calder
Moving through Boredom
Raised on a diet of canned pies and canned laughter, Tracy Calder wonders what lessons from the 1980s she can apply to her current photography
In the 1980s, when I was teenager living at home with my parents, Sunday evenings consisted of eating a steak and kidney pie out of a can, and watching Last of the Summer Wine on the only colour TV we owned. As soon as I heard the theme music, my heart would sink. Unlike Her Majesty The Queen, and 19 million other members of the public, I was not a fan of the show. The thought of a bunch of octogenarians being chased off a doorstep by a woman who couldn’t buy appropriately-sized stockings made me inexplicably angry. What was wrong with these people from Holmfirth? Was there no bus to take them into town to buy clothes that fitted? Often the opening bars of the theme tune were enough to send me stomping upstairs to find something else to do. Quite frankly, I was bored.
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