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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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