by the seventies life was a quarter over already, albeit at the time didn’t realise it
I did, that’s why I stepped on the gas
Let’s just see. I started a poll here.
Superb…I’ve just cast my vote
start of a grand new career and then the opulent HK beckoned and after that Oz - the rot had set in not sure where but I was moving to fast to notice it!!
Doesn’t matter where you are when the Global Rot sets in
The Seventies were arguably the best decade in my life…
Having just completed a 7 year apprenticeship in mechanical engineering I applied for my first job as a skilled man with more qualifications than Kingdom Brunel…
I got me a house, a wife and a fast car. Along came a daughter (how’d that happen) and I discovered my love of the wild places and became a runner…
All the other decades pale into insignificance compared to the seventies…
The music was outstanding with ELO, Fleetwood Mac, Dire Straits, and the brilliant Mike Oldfield…Tubular Bells is my all time favourite and my most played album…Even now.
In 1979 Maggie Thatcher became PM (what a great team we made) and you could walk into Doncaster Town Centre without being accosted by some foreign geezers wanting your watch and wallet. You could drive down the motorway at over 100mph, (no cameras) and the only distraction was the Rolling Stones belting out of the radio and the wife in the passenger seat wearing a short skirt flashing some leg…
Didn’t know we was born…
I remember the 70s so well! I went to University in London in 1971. The remnants of the “swinging 60s”. It was amazing back then. I stayed in London, never went back home. After 25 years I left, having met my 2nd husband, we moved 60 miles away as London was getting too dirty, too crowded and far too expensive.
Early on, Led Zeppelin & Neil Young. Later on, Stranglers & Pretenders.
early 70’s caught a train everyday from hants up to waterloo then a walk - studying at the Polytechnic of the South Bank - kept fit in those days - sometimes stayed over for wild parties - first barmaids serving topless - had to fish out many a tiddler from me beer!!
Was that because of the bottomless Barmen?
It was good, going out on a 70s evening not knowing exactly where you were going to end up, hopefully in some pleasure dome or other
she did tell me she was a pleasure dome on one occasion - I was semi-conscious atm!
Siam’s gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Buddha.