Friday, 11 January 2008

Sailors, fighting in the dance hall

I seem to be turning into a couch potato. (Or potatoe, as Dan Quayle would say). We have had Virgin media fitted and it comes with TV choice on demand. Meaning you can watch complete old series. I have watched Gillian McKeith bullying people into eating mung beans and now I am totally hooked on the Life on Mars series with John Simm and the very shaggable Phillip Glennister.

It makes me feel quite strange when I watch it, being set in 1973. I was 7 then (Younger than Mrs Weasley, obviously) and I loved the things they have in the series. Those looping cassette players that went in the cars. Party Seven. Men with beards on Open University. People smoking in hospital wards, hair that had obviously been set with hair gel and rollers the night before.... and the Trades Test Transmission girl. Those long floor ashtrays on stalks. Grants whisky. Little bottles of Babycham. Whizzer and Chips comics. Smitty perfume. And I especially adored the way Annie said that she likes to stay in on a Saturday night to make tapes.

I realise things weren't perfect in 1973. But they were a lot more perfect than they are now.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

you forgot the postal strike the dustbin strike the three day week power cuts every night between certain hours harold wilson and edward heath forming governments every three months oh and joing the eec

Anonymous said...

oh and it would have been setting lotion not hair gel that was very 80s hair gel

Anonymous said...

Setting lotion was exactly the words I was searching for, but couldn't think of.

Anonymous said...

I was 8 in 1973 Im going to be 43 shortly where has the bleeding time gone

Brenda said...

i was 14. a freshman in highschool. falling in love for the first time. having my first real kiss. my boyfriend was hot and we spent lots of time liplocked.

Anonymous said...

Do you not get Grants whisky in England now then?
Gogs

Anonymous said...

Oh shurt up you are too young to appeciate life on mars in its full glory you whippersnapper