Everyone knows about Britain in the 1950s, a stuffy old place where there was only one television channel, where 'Uncle Mac' played records on the wireless for children every Saturday morning, where most people really did go to church on Sunday. Growing up in a small Cheshire village during the monochrome decade of the 1950s, Ken Blakemore's experiences were rather more surreal. His recreation of these days reveals the alarmingly eccentric characters...