There were many spy series on the boob tube in the swingin' 60s. "I Spy". "Mission:Impossible". "The Man From U.N.C.L.E." I liked them all. But I adored "The Avengers".
One day at school, Brad Barner was talking wildly about a TV show. I made my mind to check it out, if I could.
At this time I had four brothers and four sisters. Use of the TV was by majority rule, so I plead my case for "The Avengers".
That first episode was "The Winged Avenger": the eponymous comic book character had apparently come to life and was killing off upper middle-management types.
Enter John Steed and Mrs. Emma Peel, who dispatch the villains with a wit and style I had never seen. The effect of Mrs. Peel's jumpsuits (Barbara called them Emma's "fighting clothes") on my teenage libido was a bonus. I would have watched if I was nine years old.
The Avengers were cool.
Each week I would watch the pair defeat all sorts of threats to the British Empire. I enjoyed the science fictional plots the best, but I was hooked.
One day at school, Brad Barner was talking wildly about a TV show. I made my mind to check it out, if I could.
At this time I had four brothers and four sisters. Use of the TV was by majority rule, so I plead my case for "The Avengers".
That first episode was "The Winged Avenger": the eponymous comic book character had apparently come to life and was killing off upper middle-management types.
Enter John Steed and Mrs. Emma Peel, who dispatch the villains with a wit and style I had never seen. The effect of Mrs. Peel's jumpsuits (Barbara called them Emma's "fighting clothes") on my teenage libido was a bonus. I would have watched if I was nine years old.
The Avengers were cool.
Each week I would watch the pair defeat all sorts of threats to the British Empire. I enjoyed the science fictional plots the best, but I was hooked.