READY for the return of the shortages and inflation of the 1970s? Don’t worry, the Tories won’t offer us these comforts:
Free university education
You actually got paid by the government to go to university. That’s mental. It’s like being paid to do a trolley dash. You also had to shag lots of hairy people, but on the bright side it cost a princely £2.75 to see The Who.
In 1974 the average house cost four times the annual salary, though the woodchip wallpaper was f**king horrible. You couldn’t borrow money, mind, but saving for a deposit wasn’t so impossibly unlikely a prospect. If you didn’t mind spending the first four years of marriage living with her parents.
The 70s had drugs nobody ever heard of again: Mandrax, mescaline, geniune cocaine, the pioneering use of glue, and valium just everywhere. Alright your local disco in Tamworth wasn’t awash with it all, but at least somebody was having fun.
Remember when we were absolutely gagging to join that big club of European nations to access their delicious markets? We finally joined them in 1973. Wonder what happened to that.
A decade with an unmistakeable sense of style found its apothesis in the flare. Visually ring-fencing the 70s by making sure any photos taken then are unmistakably of their era, the sheer abandon of foot-wide bell bottoms made the oil crisis no big deal. The Tories will ban them because they don’t suit Jacob Rees-Mogg’s silhouette.