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General Category => General Discussion => Topic started by: Humph Warden Bennett on February 28, 2018, 04:44:32 PM
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Sitting here watching "The Sweeney", it has occurred to me that anybody who was not there at the time, could be forgiven for thinking that the seventies were a dreary affair full of drab buildings & bad haircuts.
But there were the summers of 1975, and 1976, for some reason they seem to be forgotten.
What are your memories of the seventies?
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Sitting here watching "The Sweeney", it has occurred to me that anybody who was not there at the time, could be forgiven for thinking that the seventies were a dreary affair full of drab buildings & bad haircuts.
But there were the summers of 1975, and 1976, for some reason they seem to be forgotten.
What are your memories of the seventies?
everything being dark and satanic. Growing a lot.
Starman. Jeux San Frontieres. Hair appearing. First Indian restaurant meal. First gig. Blue cheese. Abigail's Party. How cold cross country running can be. Etc etc
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Sitting here watching "The Sweeney", it has occurred to me that anybody who was not there at the time, could be forgiven for thinking that the seventies were a dreary affair full of drab buildings & bad haircuts.
But there were the summers of 1975, and 1976, for some reason they seem to be forgotten.
What are your memories of the seventies?
My seventies were a bit like a dinosaur. Thin at one end, fat in the middle, thin at the other, 1970 and half of 71 were ok.
Apparently some film historians have put the drab look down to the stock of Eastmancolour film that was used in the seventies, giving most people an unwashed look.
Brown was a popular colour. No wonder some thought the seventies were shit.
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Starman was 1972, I have gone on Internet record as asking "Who was the kid in the tank top standing behind Bowie, and Ralphs? Nobody has ever answered the question.
Cross Country Running? In 1973 I won the school cross country run, the first time in my life that I beat the PE teachers' favourite, but it did not matter since the PE teacher gave the end of year award to his favourite .
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Presume Ralphs = Ronson? For the tank top guy, phone up Danny Baker's radio show on Saturday morning on 5 live and suggest they have a slot to find people in the background of iconic music moments
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We were a house that had the news on a lot. So I remember strikes, IRA bombing campaigns, the National Front and the Yorkshire Ripper. And Liverpool FC winning everything.
Shit, racist, sexist, amateur television that’s best forgotten.
But the music... it was music and image. Disco. Lip gloss. Face glitter. Kate Bush. Boob tubes. Punk. Anarchy.
Now I see the 70s as all Sandy Denny and crochet, and Laura Ashley floral sundresses.
But then I was still a kid when the decade ended. What do I know?
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I liked the seventies, went to grammar school '72, at the end of the decade I was 18/19 so one could say I grew up a lot in the seventies.
Certainly I remember all that Rhi talks about but there were many good times. Punk was '76-'77, John Peel used to play some at the end of his late night radio show. Adored Kate Bush, still do like her. Queen's silver jubilee in '77 to which I was youthfully deliberately indifferent. The Beach Boys came over here. Abba in their peculiar clothes! Elton and Queen. First boyfriend. Good memories.
I liked 'The Sweeney' in those days too but haven't felt inclined to record and watch it all again.
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The thread just bring to mind this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFTLKWw542g
Which has very little from the 70s as it focusses on the 50s.
Life on Mars, the TV series, did a very good job of summing up my memory of the 70s. As Rhiannon has posted the underlying racism and sexism, and violence. It was not the worst of times but it wasn't the best of times.
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September seventy-seven
Port Elizabeth's weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room six one nine
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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Yes, I remember the Front and horrible racist attitudes of some people - older people - youngsters my age didn't spout venom, at least none with whom I mixed. 'Asian' people from Uganda came here, expelled by Idi Amin, & some people were up in arms about it, they just couldn't think themselves into the shoes of those who were forced to leave their homes and friends and life behind. Beggars belief.
Still managed to have a good time, I have many happy memories.
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What are your memories of the seventies?
The Seventies was my academic decade. My wife supported me when - at the age of 30 - I decided to go to university, for a first degree and then for a doctorate (which I did not complete). This was a decade of self-discovery which began with the realisation that experience was as valuable as A levels in higher education.
A decade which saw the birth of my first child.
A decade which provided me with the insight and motivation to enter into a career as a teacher in further and higher education which I loved and which I found fulfilling.
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Three day week, miners strike, rigged referendum, rise of the venom known as Thatcher, death of Labour, etc.
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Power cuts! Strikes. Thatcher took the helm at the very end of the seventies. Thought the miners' strikes were in the 1980s. The NI 'troubles' replaced Vietnam on the news.
I don't remember brown being a popular colour at all, apart from my school uniform I wore really pretty clothes & nothing brown except maybe shoes. Brown was in vogue around the end of the nineties but it was a shiny, galaxy chocolate type brown.
Who saw 'Hair' at beginning of seventies? I didn't, too young, but knew all the songs.
'Abigail's Party' with Alison Steadman & Nicky Henson, I saw on TV - am sure it was later than the seventies. I also saw it on stage and that was in the 1980s. Mike Leigh's plays were good, 'Nuts in May' was a favourite.
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Sitting here watching "The Sweeney", it has occurred to me that anybody who was not there at the time, could be forgiven for thinking that the seventies were a dreary affair full of drab buildings & bad haircuts.
But there were the summers of 1975, and 1976, for some reason they seem to be forgotten.
What are your memories of the seventies?
my memories? Dirty Brenda. ooooooh!
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I was 18 in 1970, so the first 3 years were mostly about having fun (I think, it was a while ago). I got married in 1974 (in fact it was Mrs G's wedding anniversary just yesterday), and the mid-70's were about work, playing in pub-rock bands, curries at Ghandi's in Sauchiehall Street and pints in 'The Rock', 'The Doublet', 'The Aragon', 'The Amphora', 'The Muscular Arms' and 'The Rubaiyat' (in no particular order).
Our first child arrived in 1979, and she is now the mother of my 4 grandchildren, and at that point career got more serious and, unfortunately, I was forced to grow up!
We got our first colour TV with a remote in the 70's - it had two buttons: channel change (just 3 options) and volume and there were no mobiles, or computers, or CDs and DVDs. Furniture was brown (when it wasn't orange) and I had hair on the top of my head.
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Power cuts! Strikes. Thatcher took the helm at the very end of the seventies. Thought the miners' strikes were in the 1980s. The NI 'troubles' replaced Vietnam on the news.
I don't remember brown being a popular colour at all, apart from my school uniform I wore really pretty clothes & nothing brown except maybe shoes. Brown was in vogue around the end of the nineties but it was a shiny, galaxy chocolate type brown.
Who saw 'Hair' at beginning of seventies? I didn't, too young, but knew all the songs.
'Abigail's Party' with Alison Steadman & Nicky Henson, I saw on TV - am sure it was later than the seventies. I also saw it on stage and that was in the 1980s. Mike Leigh's plays were good, 'Nuts in May' was a favourite.
Oh, no......there were two lots of strikes - the 1973 ones brought about the power cuts.
I wll remember the police trying - unsuccessfully - to break the Highhouse colliery picket lines.
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Yes you're right, I vaguely remember Edward Heath was PM. I do remember the power cuts but not the reason for them.
It's interesting to look back - we lurch from disaster to disaster!
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I was at school during power cuts. That would be ‘76 or thereabouts. I remember because I had to take a torch whenever I went to a friend’s for tea. I also remember going into London and there being piles and piles of rubbish everywhere because of the bin strikes, but I don’t remember that it being like that at home.
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Main power cuts in the 70s were during 1974 three day week.
Bin strikes most famously were 1978/9
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Main power cuts in the 70s were during 1974 three day week.
Bin strikes most famously were 1978/9
I was 3 in ‘74. I’d have been 5 or 6 when I needed a torch on what are now called ‘playdates’.
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I was 3 in ‘74. I’d have been 5 or 6 when I needed a torch on what are now called ‘playdates’.
Odd so it would be more specific about your experience.
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In no particular order - Doncaster, 10cc, first love, enduring love, long warm summers, Berwick on Tweed, lifelong friendships formed, miners strike - how well I remember the local grocer not extending credit to loyal customers who had kept him in business for 20 years, when the strike finished so was he, Paris, Isle of Wight, Flares with 5 button waists, stacked heels (fuck they hurt), life long fascination with Reginald Hill's Dalziel & Pascoe books formed, gay pubs in the 70's - 7 men sat around a calor gas heater in one memorable pub in Nottingham - oh weren't we so glamorous!
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I do remember piles of rubbish sacks burst open, complete with maggots in some places - ugh.
1974, early summer, we (mum, dad, sister, me) moved house, I was 13. My parents bought my grandparents' house, the grands moved to a smaller place. Nearly fifteen years ago we bought same house from my parents! It's not a tradition, can't imagine my kids will buy it! A good move though, we've been so happy here. Anyway that's not to do with the seventies.
I honestly can't remember what my parents did with their refuse when the dustmen were on strike. Could you take stuff to a tip?
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1977 - became a Christian. 1979...irst after hours session at the Scotia....6 hours of non-stop music...then up trying to look intelligernt at a lecture - and failing - but rejoicing that the lecturer was in a similar state of non-being.
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Odd so it would be more specific about your experience.
They seem to be a thing.
https://theonlysallyg.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/3rd-november-1977-the-power-cuts-that-were-the-forerunner-of-the-winter-of-discontent/
This is what I remember too, sporadic episodes with no street lights or anything to cook with.
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To be fair, a lot of my memory of the 70s is dark and shut
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Sitting here watching "The Sweeney", it has occurred to me that anybody who was not there at the time, could be forgiven for thinking that the seventies were a dreary affair full of drab buildings & bad haircuts.
But there were the summers of 1975, and 1976, for some reason they seem to be forgotten.
What are your memories of the seventies?
Very vague. I was born in '75 (a great year because West Ham won the FA cup). We lived in a flat in Canning Town. But my memories of that time are very fond. I remember my mum used to work Saturday mornings so my dad and I used to go to Rathbone market and he'd buy sprats or a rabbit and make dinner. Then I'd watch the wrestling with him on tv.
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I was in my twenties in the 1970's...got into college in 1970....probably the best age to be in....but I somehow never quite liked the 70's. The books, the movies, the music, the fashions, the values. Everything was quite distressing compared to the 1950's and 60's. I don't know why.
I think I sensed that changes were happening and that the world was somehow becoming a little more unstable....and that things were never going to be the same again. :( Good in some ways and not so good in other ways, I suppose!
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I've had time to think about the 70s now and nope, its still .....Dirty Brenda. :o
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I was in my thirties in the 70s. Started birding(birdwatching) in 1975. The second of our two sons was born in 1970. went abroad for the very first time in 1977, became totally disillusioned with politics and politicians in the 70s. also cancelled my membership of CND. Started wargaming, choreographed contemporary dance with the pupils at the school I was teaching at. At one performance, in front of all the gathered parents etc. there was a power cut(Miner's strike) so we did the routine totally without music. Bought a colour television. Had a party line(anyone remember them)telephone installed. For me the 50s and especially the 60s were much more exciting eras.. an age thing, I suppose.
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Interesting, I think of the 80s as being hugely exciting and creative.
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Interesting, I think of the 80s as being hugely exciting and creative.
The mid-80's were a wonderful time. Of course it had its excesses but for your average person great time to be alive. Alsi you had microwave ovens, video recorders etc. and the fashion was colourful, luminous orange, pink, and green. Music was great too. Of course being young then I probably view those times with a lot of sentimentality.
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The mid-80's were a wonderful time. Of course it had its excesses but for your average person great time to be alive. Alsi you had microwave ovens, video recorders etc. and the fashion was colourful, luminous orange, pink, and green. Music was great too. Of course being young then I probably view those times with a lot of sentimentality.
Yes, likewise. For all its yuppie image I remember the 80s as being a time of individual expression, for charity shop chic and making tops out of pillowcases. It was ok to experiment, to be different. We bought waistcoats from charity shops and nicked our dad’s shirts, and my make up was just like Siouxsie’s. J17 took my young adulthood seriously. The Young Ones and Ben Elton changed what comedy meant and Whose Line is it Anyway made me feel clever for watching it. God, and Blackadder11 came out. Billy Bragg made me think, Morrisey was good but Johnny Marr better. And I was happy when it rained just like the Jesus and Mary Chain.
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I was in my thirties in the 70s. Started birding(birdwatching) in 1975. The second of our two sons was born in 1970. went abroad for the very first time in 1977, became totally disillusioned with politics and politicians in the 70s. also cancelled my membership of CND. Started wargaming, choreographed contemporary dance with the pupils at the school I was teaching at. At one performance, in front of all the gathered parents etc. there was a power cut(Miner's strike) so we did the routine totally without music. Bought a colour television. Had a party line(anyone remember them)telephone installed. For me the 50s and especially the 60s were much more exciting eras.. an age thing, I suppose.
Ah....
Went on my first anti-Polaris demo at the 'Holy Loch' in 1978.
Got a heck of a shock to see the caravan we used now on display at Glasgow's riverside Museum!
On the plus side, there ain't no subs in the Holy Loch anymore....
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1970 to 1974 - Kings Cross - Sydney, Australia. Single/Divorced - Working as Lighting Technician, Doorman, Bouncer, and one of the Boss' personal bodyguards with a "Carry Concealed" licence for a .44 Magnum for the bank run with, usually, about $A160.000 per week..
Feb 10 1975, four days short of six year in Oz - returned to UK as my Grandfather, as good a man as my Dad was lousy, had had four strokes and had requested that I be at his funeral when the time came. The time came four years and two more strokes later - my Nan reckoned he'd worked it out that he really couldn't take it with him and decided not to go until he's spent it all.
Also came to try and help save my parents' marriage - doomed to failure as his twenty-fourth (approximately - the ones we knew about) (Mum refused to allow us to castrate the sod, she was a true 'untill death do us part wife') 'bit on the side demanded he marry her when she found herself pregnant - the baby was Caucasian (her)/Afro-Carrbbean (another bed-fellow) and that really pissed the old bastard off! Mum and I got well and truly pissed celebrating.
Things went downhill from there and never really recovered.
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Personally the 80's was an exciting period. I had a good job, got married, had my daughter and a son. Good times! Even otherwise it was a more exciting time than the 70's. India was beginning to modernize under Rajiv Gandhi, we got colour TV, the whole nation was integrated under a national network, personal computers were coming in. General optimism and hope in the air. We started feeling good about ourselves. Good memories.
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I liked most of the 80s, turned 21early on. Landed the job i wanted in 83, married June 86, first child Feb 89.
There were some quite pronounced selfish, uncaring attitudes around, & materialism.
The seventies were good.I was young enough not to have real cares or responsibilities but a lovely cousin died in Aug 1976, just eighteen, & that was a terrible blow for all of us. We went to same school, she two years ahead. I think about her often & always will.
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I married in 1969, had my first daughter in 70, second in 74, third in 76. We moved house five times, my husband had three different teaching posts, so we were busy, busy, busy!
I would never wish to go back to the past.