Mrs Slocombe’s Pussy: Growing Up in Front of the TellyThe Fever Pitch of telly. Scotland on Sunday Like Linus blanket in Charlie Brown, like breast fixations among men in their fifties, television can become an embarrassing addiction. But for most of us, sitting in our living rooms looking for an excuse not to talk to each other of a Thursday night, a million million miles away from moon landings and Cold War tension and Third World famine, it is this addiction to a queer little flickering box in the