The night before Halloween, 1976, my pals and I played an exhilarating game of Grand National, jumping across neatly tended hedges and lawns. We were going to see The War Game, a terrifying docudrama depicting the consequences of a nuclear attack on Britain.
Our sense of fun, sadly, only lasted until shortly after the opening credits. The film, initially banned by the BBC, left us open-mouthed and terrified as we trooped back home staring intently at the wrecked flower beds we had destroyed earlier.
The following evening, we were reprimanded for attending the school Halloween disco dressed as casualties of a Russian nuclear attack.
