My memory of Hitchcock dates back to the 60s, when I was a schoolboy in Lagos. We had taken possession of our first TV, a Sanyo, in a mahogany box. Everyone else that we knew had a Grundig TV, a box with a walnut finish. That was a time when American series were taking over from British fare on Nigerian TV. We watched the likes of Hitchcock Hour, The Twilight Zone, and incomprehensible comedies such as Sergeant Bilko, Lucille Ball Show and so on. The American accents seemed more normal, somehow more euphonious compared to what we heard on Z cars, and Steptoe & Son.