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… and shattered dreams.
Not that the 1980s were much better
But you have to laugh or else you’d cry. I’ve got over the 70s, but the 80s are still a bit raw. I usually post twice a month.