In my day job I work on the design and production side of a business-to-business news organisation. We don’t deal in politics really – only when it tangentally affects the civil engineering and construction industries. There was one point in the summer where we’d just voted for Brexit, politicians were resigning left right and centre, Donald Trump was finding a new minority group to belittle every day, and famous writers, artists and musicians were dropping dead in platoons. We had to switch off the news alerts on our phones as we couldn’t concentrate with them going off every ten minutes, bearing bad news each time…
This is what passed for entertainment in the mid 70s in Britain. It was an age when the few light entertainers who weren’t sex offenders seemingly made a living pretending to be one in films. 70s nostalgia is something I just don’t understand.