It was Saturday night, March 5th 1966, and one of my Aunts
was visiting. As she chatted away with my mother, I watched an
episode of The AVENGERS entitled The HOUSE That JACK
BUILT. I always remembered it for some reason (especially the
name), perhaps because it was an intriguing, tense, psychological
thriller, with EMMA PEEL trapped in an isolated, automated
house in the country.
The imagery was entrancing, and remained in my mind for
years afterwards. Then, one night in the early or mid-'90s, it was
repeated for, I think, perhaps the first time since its initial airing.
It stands up well, despite the continuity errors and an obviously
burly man standing in for DIANA RIGG in some scenes.
Funnily enough, after posting the previous Babe of the Day
photo of Diana, I noticed it was on TV, so I sat and watched it. I
think that's three times I've seen it again (I saw a repeat of it in be-
tween its '90s showing and tonight), and it's strange to think that al-
though the subsequent times I've viewed the episode in the home in
which I currently reside now outnumber my original '66 exposure
to it, I still mainly associate it with the house, neighbourhood
and era in which I lived back then.
Yes, you're right - this post is nothing but a self-indulgent
wallowing in personal nostalgia, but I can't help myself. Funny
how some memories and associations are indelible, and can't be
subdued, erased, or replaced, however many years may pass, or
regardless of how many times we may re-experience some-
thing in a different place or period.
that, in my mind at least, I'm sometimes still living in it. Or is
it living in me? (Ooh, profound or what?) Nice episode by the
way - if you haven't seen it before and ever get the chance
to watch it, don't deprive yourself of the opportunity.