Watched the last Saturday Superstore in the series.
Read two Asterix books.
Made a telephone which squirts things and throws things at you through the hole…
I didn’t go out much in 1986.
Oh, and I’ve retrospectively copyrighted in perpetuity the concept of a squirty telephone that throws things at you through the hole, along with a breakfast-making machine and a trace map of Leicester. I haven’t given up on that Prince Charles Tomorrow’s World Innovation Award just yet.