Suddenly It’s The Seventies!
The traffic is gridlocked, the tubes are on strike, Old School Labour is returning, there’s rubbish in the streets and – oh, tramps are back, remember them? There’s going to be a major terrorist attack and a winter of discontent brought about by swingeing cuts. And despite emancipation, some kind of beauty pageant is holding up traffic.
Suddenly it’s 1974 all over again. Last time around it was the IRA (also now attempting a comeback) and the inept Heath government. Perhaps we should go the whole hog and bring back The Black And White Minstrel Show, comedians telling jokes about mothers-in-law, On The Buses and Carry On films.
If you remember just how badly the 70s sucked, you might be interested to know that I’ve half-finished ‘Film Freak’, a sequel to ‘Paperboy’, which recounts my adventures through the arse-end of the British film industry in the seventies. If I can con my publishers into buying it, you’ll be the first to know.