“Being born in 1981, I always saw the retrospective 1970’s as a downbeat period for a child to have grown up in. Sure, it had disco, Dirty Harry, and a cool collection of American rock bands, but it’s difficult to escape the depressing sixties hangover feel which defines it; when a disillusioned young lost all direction, whilst wearing flared trousers and tank tops.
Of course, In their own ways all postcards of history have value, and those offended by my summaries of either, feel free to explain their awesomeness in the comments section. Nonetheless, the point of this article is to explain why, in my view, there was no better time to be young, then the middle-child of these decades; the 1980’s. A decade which – while adults may view as a self-absorbed and ego-driven time; loaded in nuclear terror, greed, and riots – which primarily, it was. When it came to being a child of the 1980’s? None of this registered nor mattered, and life, absolutely rocked! For an 80’s kid, everything was awesome…”