My musings often return to the 1970s – with its pervy teachers, run-down buildings, fizzy beer, stodgy food, dodgy motors, superannuated trains, racism, terrorism, hooliganism, sexism, anarcho-syndicalism, snobbery, prog-rockery, doomed love affairs… and shattered dreams. But at least I was young!

Not that the 1980s were much better

You have to laugh or else you’d cry – apparently. I’ve got over the worst moments of the 1970s, though the ’80s are still a bit raw. But at least we didn’t have Putin, Trump or Farage (to name but three) blighting our lives.

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