I was 18 years old in 1970, and 25 when I got married in 1977.
By the end of that decade, I was already an EMT in London.
It is easy to look back with fondness at some things from that era.
But I am also reminded of what was not so good in Britain at the time..
The awful sliced white bread.
The Christmas Gifts.
State of the Art portable televisions.
What was on those televisions for most of the day, and after midnight.
Some of the sweets.
(Mostly not so good)
The ‘long-bonnet’ British Leyland Mini.
Police Officers getting off the beat, and into silly-looking patrol cars.
Limited options for ‘eating out’.
Fashionable clothing for men.
The 1960s were pretty cool, as well as ‘Swinging’ of course.
But something went badly wrong on the 1st of January, 1970.