London, 1936

Excited didn't even begin to cover it, that clever Baird chap was demonstrating his mechanical television system and it was a turning point for the technological advancements happening up and down the country.

Given Alfie's penchant for the finer things, especially providing for you, obviously he bought a set and got it tuned as soon as they went on sale to the general public.

A little time before that, watching the demonstration he was sceptical.

"I dunno treacle, it seems a little.. odd. Might just be my age showing but I prefer the wireless." he said as you both watched the television set in the window of Harrods.

Looking up at him, you smiled, ever the crochety old gentleman, chagrined at man's progress.

"Don't look at me like that my darlin' or I'll have half a notion you love me." he smiled, the whiskers of his moustache curling as he grinned down at you.

"Besides, what good is a television for telling stories when you've got an old romantic like me eh?"