|Back to the 1970's - Such a bad idea?|
1. Punk Rock - I was out at gigs three or four times a week. They were all brilliant. The first one I went to, that kicked it all off was The Ramones, Talking Heads and The Saints on June 6th 1977 for £2. It wasn't a question of waiting for a great band to play, it was picking which of maybe half a dozen.
2. Top of The Pops - Can you imagine the whole family gathering around the telly today to watch a show of different genres of music. One minute you'd have Lena Martell singing "One day at a Time Sweet Jesus" and next up you'd have The Sex Pistols singing "Pretty Vacant". For many, lives were changed for ever when Bowie threw his arm around Mick Ronson during Starman.
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|A Routemaster in Mill Hill|
5. Standing on the terrace at football. Yeah, I know football is more popular and safer than ever, but the first match I went to on my own was West Ham vs Man City in 1975, for 30p (I think). I stood on the terraces in the away end (i'm a City fan). It was heaven and the only way to watch football. I loved the banter and the players were true heroes. Sitting down just isn't the same.
Yes, I know that they were hardly fine cuisine, but they were great. Packet of mince from Budgens and hey presto, you were transported to Dehli. When I dug out the picture to the left, I came over all nostalgic. Maybe I'm a bit strange, but a family dinner scoffing this down was one of my finest meories. My Dad was a pilot and well travelled. He loved these as they were practical and made a bland kitchen mildly exciting. These days, we can get a curry that is far better than most restaurants in M&S, microwave it and hey presto. But is it as much fun?
8. Mill Hill Swimming pool. I've never forgiven Barnet Council for shutting this. Sure Barnet Copthall is a far better and more practical swimming pool, but Mill Hill Pool in the summer was a magical place. Fountains at each end. A shallow baby pool and a big grassy area to chill out on. It was the one place that teenagers could simply gather in numbers and chill in relative safety. Perhaps the worst act of cultural vandalism ever was to close it. They there was nowhere for teenagers in Mill Hill and that is criminal.
10. Dripping Fried Bread. In the 1970's, every self respecting cafe had a slice of dripping fried bread as a staple part of the greasy fry up. Sadly the health police abolished it. It should be compulsory for anything called a "full English Breakfast".
I'm not normally one to look back, but as The Mail has put it on the agenda, it would be rude not to wouldn't it?