I imagine if I heard the opening titles to Wacaday, I'd have such a visceral sense-memory, I'd probably quantum leap back into my 9-year-old self. Surely that phrase 'The Lost Generation' refers to people like myself, whose school-free periods of childhood are so forcibly linked to Timmy Mallett cunting about with one of his short-legs rolled up. I'm struggling to pull anything else out of the hippocampus. Playing football with my chums down the park? Going to the beach? Playing Mallet's M-- fucksake.
Though, that 'best days of your life' thing adults pulled when you were moaning about school ("soon you'll be old and bald with bills to pay!") makes a bit of sense when you look back to summer holidays. I think I'd struggle to have six weeks of doing fuck all now where I'd be able to enjoy it without the guilt and self-loathing you get from doing fuck all. Bank holidays are about all I can take.
Actually, there's one thing that's evokes even more of a powerful harking back to the past than Wacaday, so much so that when I post this link, I fully expect to "Oh boy!" back into my young body, where I'll not even bother warning people about 911.
Weird foreign kids shows are the summer holidayest thing of all.