I feel blessed to have been a teenager through the 70s. Best music, mini-skirts and hot pants and boob tubes, relatively harmless drug culture (compared to todays mental meth heads), motorcycles were on an upward trend in terms of developments and also popularity. Did I mention mini-skirts and hot pants, doing the OE was easy as and the world wasn't that dangerous to explore pre-aids and pre-covid. Pre-anything really nasty. Gender recognition was straightforward. You were either a bloke or a chick or a poofter. Social media was going to the pub. Our lives weren't ruined by mobile phone obsessions where no one can now walk normally or look people in the eye or string a conversation together face to face or display the basics of good manners and courtesy.
Best years for me to relive over and over again - 1979 to 1984
Happiness is a means of travel, not a destination
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