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 worst moments of the ’70s, but the ’80s are still a bit raw. But at least we didn’t have Covid-19 blighting our lives.

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