Dear God Almighty...

[panik]

I don't  know if anyone else is watching BBC4; Top of the Pops, an end-of-year retrospective show from 1978. Now, I'm old enough to remember the seventies - it was Glam Rock and Punk and Disco, wasn't it? Dear God; so far we've had Grease and The Brotherhood of Man! O: - and The Smurfs and Mull Of f***ing Kintyre!! (how can we make this bloody awful dirge of a song even worse than it already is? I know, let's add some bagpipes!) and Noel sodding Edmonds in flares.

And just when you thought it couldn't possibly get any worse... Matchstalk men and bleedin Matchstalk Cats n Dogs.

I mean, as if we didn't have enough to put up with with the rubbish piling on the streets, the power cuts, the dead rotting unburied in the morgues, the Winter of Discontent and all the rest....

Has my memory been playing tricks on me? Was it really this bad?

Comments

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Was it really this bad? 'Fraid so. And we all thought we looked so cool at the time. I remember begging my mum to make me brown and orange flared dungarees with a huge orange heart on the bib, so that I could be as hip as my friends. Oy. And don't even ask about my tartan Bay City Roller phase..

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

You know, I have no beef with the fashion at all; I kinda like it, people might not have looked terribly tasteful but what's taste? Just a lack of imagination, imo. (o:

It's the music - there was some fabulous music in the 70's but this 'best of the year' show from 78 is just - agonising. O:!