Do you remember Juke Box Jury?
I have refreshed my memory on Wikipedia. It ran from 1959 to 1967, a period when my musical taste was unformed and I had an insatiable appetite for early evening TV. Not to digress, it had something in common with organ recitals I have been to at the Albert Hall where the organists’ feet on the pedals are shown on screens. On JBJ a camera would zoom in on the panellists’ feet to see if they were tapping to the music; to give a clue if they were enjoying the record before a joint verdict was delivered. If it was a hit a bell went off or a hooter for a miss. Incidentally the records were all pre-release so the record-buying public had yet to deliver its verdict.
Other features of the show were after a verdict had been delivered for one number the performer would emerge from behind a screen and there was usually a surprise panellist. The four panellists were different every week and usually show biz. never politicians. At its zenith it attracted 12 million viewers but there wasn’t much else to watch those days.
On Christopher Bellew Jury (CBJ) you are accustomed, as yesterday, only to get the hits. I read plenty of books I don’t feel worthy of your attention and browsers at Amnesty get those. Incidentally, Amnesty on King Street, Hammersmith, is a better recipient than Oxfam as they take literally everything including R’s law books and my old pre-internet travel guides.