Dear God Almighty...
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?
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?
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I'm afraid it really was that bad! Which is why, around the same time, I completely stopped listening to popular music and threw myself wholeheartedly into traditional music.
Well, there were noteable exceptions, of course ::points to icon and genuflects::
LOL!
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:o)
You cheeky monkey, you.
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Apart from that, the 70s were a lot of fun. I still love flares and platform shoes, and longish hair on guys. And I have Led Zeppelin playing in my car at the moment.
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Spreading the Boosh luuurve...
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I reckon we all have selective amnesia. That's why we only remember the good stuff.
Except for Noel Edmonds in flares. I never managed to shake that memory off. ::retreats to behind the couch::