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More 80s memories
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The Magazine is compiling a people's history of modern Britain - featuring your written memories and photos. We started with the 1950s, the 1960s and the 1970s and continue this week with the 80s.

It was the decade of Thatcher, yuppies and chunky mobile phones.

Here is a selection of your comments on childhood in the 80s.

Maggie Thatcher the milk snatcher. We didn't like drinking it anyway but were curiously sad to see it go (even if half the time the top was more like cheese than cream). Coal. Snow. Cold winters in the south. No radiators. Hair gel and shellsuits. White socks, white trainers and Run DMC style wearing the tongues out of the laces. Multicoloured luminous and mismatched socks and Bruce Lee Kung Fu slippers. Betamax and VHS. Madness and The Young Ones. Ah, great days. Hope they never happen again.
Joe, London

I remember the 80s as a consumerist paradise with massive phones, filofaxes and flash suits. There were also downsides outside of London, with riots and unemployment but to be honest the UK was rightfully feasting on Jambon at the table of European Commercialism and Progress.
Xavier Del Terra, Brighton

My most vivid memories are of the Scottish press including the Beeb spouting mountains of bile against Maggie Thatcher and the Tories as their vote died off in Scotland.
Neil Brown, Newtonhill
Acne, puberty, A-Team, Night Rider, Young Ones, Only Fools & Horses, Miami Vice, XR3i and the Lamborghini Countach. A sad list upon reflection but hey, that's life, oh and also That's Life on Sunday.
Gary Haberfield, Bristol

My first full-time job, buying a Ford Escort MK1, ripping it apart to make it into the "rally car" that would turn heads, it didn't but it did pass an RS2 (got you that day Gandolf). Pubs and clubs, my first full time girl friend, staying out all night, getting wasted on booze, concerts with the lads (Vige, Helm, Spadge, Lez, Powder). Getting so wasted at a Magnum concert I slept through it and having my leg in plaster (motor bike accident) for the Scorpions. What a time to come of age, wish I knew then what I know now
Jabba, Acrefair, Wrexham, N Wales

I was 12 when Mrs Thatcher came to power, just about the age to start taking notice of politics and who's running the place. I didn't like her much, or agree with many of her policies, but she made such a strong impression on me in my teenage years that, to this day, I can't take a man seriously as prime minister. They all seem like such lightweights in comparison.
Elizabeth, Newcastle upon Tyne

Being born in 1961 and then growing up during the 60s and 70s I found the 80's a huge disappointment! Just as I was getting old enough to enjoy myself without parental supervision! In the 60s they had free love, drugs, wild new music, in the 70s Glam and Punk rock, more free love, fun clothes. The 80s gave us Thatcherism, Aids, poncey poodle fashions and the most celebrated music star - Boy George telling us 'War, War is stupid...'
A J Mills, Hornton/Banbury UK

Music was loud and often involved electric pianos the size of Wales. Torville and Dean = TV sporting gods. Things down south were usually booming rather than busting so times where good for many that didn't make or mine things for a living. TVs were multiplying as well as getting bigger. Top loading video recorders and huge microwave ovens appeared whilst trim phones disappeared. Monster record players started to shrink and CD players started to grow. Home computers spread like wildfire and the A Team made me spend more time in front of the 'big' colour TV. Work computers still often filled entire rooms but started to shrink. Adults swapped fondue for BBQ, hideous Cortinas for jelly-mould Mondeos. Cars still fell apart (unless Japanese or German) but started getting demographically faster with 205 and Golf GTi, more valves and the occasional turbo. Diesels still smelt and where usually lorries. People started to forget what a choke was, and only owned a 4x4 if they had a field or hillside to drive it over.
Paul Robins, Chilworth, Surrey

Pizza!! Simple as that. Have good memories of pizza suddenly being the "in" food. Of course in the early days it was usually your typical frozen ones. They were great for dinner during school holidays, a real change to boring sandwiches.
Ryan , Beverley, UK

Rubik cubes, the rise of 1980s hair. LA Hair Metal and the death of Punk, the original Live Aid concert. Big shoulder pads, thanks to Dallas - which also started the "I Shot JR". BMXs, cassettes and LPs were still on the go. Boy George and Adam Ant doing the "Prince Charming" (Oh yes I can still do the dance moves to that one). Sinclair Spectrum computers, Commodore 64s and Amstrad 1640, BBC Computers and Acorns and the rise of the Apple Mac. Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, the conclusion of the Indiana Jones trilogy, Back to the Future and Gremlins. The series finale of M*A*S*H and such classics Dallas and Cheers. Oh Yes - I am a true child of the 1980s.
Donna, Alness, Highlands of Scotland

I hated Tories, I loathed Thatcher, I despised The Sun, and despaired how people kept voting for them, but I didn't know where else to go. I liked Labour people but wasn't too sure about Labour itself, hated Scargill and lefty looniness, but nonetheless, the first time I voted at the 1983 election in Leicester, I voted for yes, Patricia Hewitt. She lost to Peter Bruinvels, who was so bad, he managed to be one of the only Tory losers in 1987. I went on a CND rally also in 1983, where counter demonstrators strung a banner over the route of the march that said '1983 election, Loser's Exit' , and where a bedraggled woman yowled "We can't live in a Trident submarine" to the tune of Yellow Submarine". It all felt like a lost cause. The Tories', and particularly Maggie's, slow demise in the late 80s was such a pleasure and it's satisfying to see so many counter-culture values from then, now as part of the mainstream.
Richard Want, United Kingdom

I was at secondary school in the 1980s, and I remember my education being put in jeopardy because the teachers were often on strike. We had whole days of lessons cancelled and, at other times, just one or two lessons out of a day. Whilst some pupils thought it was wonderful to be out of school and to stay at home all day watching television, there were others who were deeply concerned that they were falling behind in their studies and took action to ensure that it didn't happen. Groups of pupils arranged themselves into study-groups and worked in empty classrooms, or in the local library in order to help each other to get through the syllabus and it fostered an environment of responsibility and team-working.
Karen Lawrinson, Westhoughton, England

Ah, the shoulder pads. The in-fighting amongst the clans on "Dynasty" and "Dallas". The designer jeans. The yuppies. The Memphis design movement. The John Hughes films (Sixteen Candles, Pretty In Pink, etc.). The excess conspicuous consumption. The IBM PC (and compatibles). The Apple Macintosh. The video hires for home viewing. The Ray Ban sunglasses. The must-have designer labels on clothes. The "I must have MTV". The Michael Jackson and his groin-grabbing routines. The Madonna and her controversial music videos. Ah, the thawing of Cold War. The collapse of communism in Europe. The intifada in Israel and its disputed territories. The revolving door of Soviet Union leaders spinning faster than ever. The stock market crash of 1987. Ah, I miss the 1980s! That decade of innocence!
Oliver, Heroldsberg, Germany

The 1980s, what an amazing decade for music originality and affluence. In 1984 I moved from Birmingham to London to become a police officer and it was an incredible time to live in the capital. We met people from all around the world, worked with the offspring of establishment icons (Marlboroughs, Nelsons etc.), played Peter Gabriel's "So" until the player died and had our young eyes opened to a lifestyle not seen in the former industrial towns and cities of the Midlands and elsewhere. London was also a cleaner, less crowded, more affordable and liveable place then. At the end of the 80s I switched my "Sweeney" ambitions for "Rumpole" ones, travelled and eventually emigrated to Canada a decade later.
David Gray, Toronto, Canada

My wife and I were still living and enjoying life overseas in the 80s but as the decade progressed there were signs of improvement after the dismal 70s. Sometimes the rubbish was being cleared and the place had a buzz that the 70s had lacked and the slight whiff of hope was it the air. We came back on one of the first planes to land after the famous hurricane, and drove along eerie, empty roads wondering why we could not listen to the radio, until we found one station that was broadcasting from their radio car as the studios had no power. Only then did we know why the landing had been "rather bumpy". Sadly the country was still only a destination for holidays and medical treatment and not one that saw us wanting to stay, it might have been improving, but is still had too far to travel to become a place that we wanted to call home.
Richard Jones, Sawbridgeworth

Ah the 1980s, the decade of my birth... Socially, Britain is very different today than it was then. Born a third generation child of a working class Indian Sikh family that has now progressed to upper-middle class; I can only say times are better now. As a child the 80s seemed old-fashioned compared with 2007. Swearing was still (just about) considered wrong. "Indigenous" British people in the minds of many British-Indian's were still considered "respect-worthy" and "hardworking" in the 80s, I'm not so sure of this now. Maybe because Indians' wealth has surpassed that of our indigenous British counterparts, perhaps the natives have become too accustomed to "jobs for life" and the myth of Britain being an economic "Super-power"? The future will tell for sure, somehow, I think the biggest changes socially and economically here are still to come, from the East.
Hardeep Singh, Dublin, IRE and Mumbai, IND.

I was out of the country sailing around the North Atlantic, having the time of my life in 83, I left the Navy after 22 years and suddenly realised what a mixed up, granny state Britain had turned into with the Thatcher in power and that idiot Scargill leading the miners.
Jim Evans, Brighton

As the 80s rolled in I turned 7. In that time I had already fond memories of the 70s, living in a two bed semi with my parents, no phone, supposedly no TV, a patriotic silver jubilee with Blackburn's Robbie Savage in the back of a van his dad had hired. It was just like Life on Mars. But the 80s moulded me. It was sooo exciting. My parents had rough times economically, as did many, but somehow they kept hold of our new house and we celebrated my dad's new found business skills. TV was now full time, how exciting it was to come home each afternoon and watch the trailer for the full launch of Channel 4, I couldn't wait for it to begin. Then who would of thought of recording a programme? Wow, the chart show, over and over. I remember feeling prosperous even though my dad came so close to bankruptcy. Compare it to the 90s and the 00s and life seems so bland compared to then. Where's the excitement? Where's the radicalism?
Mark Rodgers, Wrexham

You could buy Fairtrade coffee from charity shops, but it tasted foul! I tried to get my office to convert to it. They all agreed in principle, but could not handle the bitter taste. These days Fairtrade is available from super markets, and the quality matches the best on the market. That's one part of the 80s I don't miss!
Tim Jinkerson, Wokingham

I loved the 80s! Seeing ET in the cinema and crying at the end! Being madly in love with Simon le Bon and wanting to be like Madonna, riding around on a battered BMX, watching Live Aid on telly, Marathons in a selection box every Xmas, drinking Quantro and trying to get drunk on Top Deck. Being a teenager when the second summer of love happened in 89...Happy days!!
Amanda Andrews, Cardiff, Wales

I grew up in Brent in 1980s. As a socially-aware teenager, I went along to a workshop on Women's Issues run by the "Loony-Left" Council. Rather naively, I thought they would talk about better street lighting, safer public transport and more public toilets. But apparently the burning issue was better sexual health screening for lesbians! I also remember being worried about getting Aids from banknotes; trying to persuade my dad to build a nuclear bunker; and Jimmy Knapp the hero of London commuters who stopped us being able to get to work during the summer of 1988 and 1989!
Catherine Venables, Turvey Beds

I was born in the 80s but do remember that by the end shell suits were in. There was still big hair. And the cartoons were ace! Like Dangermouse! A tree planting initiative was put forward in our street where we had recently moved to. A load of small trees were planted for environmental stuff. They're still there today. I think school was different. I mean I missed all the sats and I'm sure there were some strikes by primary school teachers. Also St. Albans City hospital was still open. They fixed my arm.
Duncan Smallman, Aberdeen

Women could wear fur coats without the Anti brigade being very hypocritical, ie wearing leather and saying fur was bad! Choppers (bicycles)! Huge Video Cameras, even bigger phones, shiny suits and cool cars
Robin Williamson, Guildford, Surrey

Folk festivals without massive commercialism. Going to four shows a day at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe without going bankrupt. Graduation, having been one of the last to go through university with a grant you could live on. And then - first Job, and an end to long summers. Marriage, mortgage, ambition, commuting - driving past the Racal plant in Newbury, where they made cellular telephones. Buying my first case of wine from a fairly small operation called "Bordeaux Direct". An exotic holiday in Thailand: watching hotels starting to be built everywhere and being glad we saw it while it was not entirely concrete (Phi Phi Don with just 8 thatched bungalows for overnight stays). Friends in venture capital start-ups: filthy rich one week and out of work the next. Lockerbie, Clapham, the Herald of Free Enterprise, the Marchioness, the California earthquake... And Dallas: who shot JR and what happened to Bobby?
Bella, Norwich, UK

Ra-ra skirts, po-go sticks, Dallas, Tenko, Soda-stream, Wagon wheels and the slipper at school!
Jane, Hants

The 80s? The Smiths
The Queen is Dead, Bathgate

Where did the headbands on a perm go?! And the infamous mullet! A work ethic on crack. Followed by more and more bits of plastic in the wallet. In turn followed by interest rate hikes, less work, negative equity and my departure to South Africa. There was no carefree sense of fun that the 70s gave.
Alan Lawson, Cape Town, South Africa

I remember being able to use a phone box as the privatisation improved telecoms beyond recognition. Shops no longer closed Wednesday afternoon, and power cuts caused by strikes. I think she did a good job modernising Britain.
Peter Avey, Faversham, Kent UK

In 1980 I left Wales to study for a doctorate at the University of York... odd how England felt foreign... but despite my research being in botany, computers dominated the scene: from the university mainframe to the growing market in home computers, Sinclair Spectrum (he nearly ran me over once!), the first Space Shuttle launch being delayed by 'computer problems' while I was sitting on the floor surrounded by printout helping an undergrad with her honours project, the Falklands War marked by the lecturer in the lab next door complaining about people having the temerity to fight over his experimental plots in South Georgia... and coming home one day to see a Space Shuttle blow up on launch.
Megan, Cheshire UK

Being 17 at the start of the 80s and 27 at the end, the decade will always be associated for me with my youth. The music and popular culture of that decade (especially the New Romantic early 80s) made such a vivid contrast with the nihilism of the late 70s punk era. Boys started wearing pastel pink and yellow and still looked cool (in spite of the mullet hairstyles). The North/South divide was at its height in the 80s and the hardship and hopelessness of post industrial Tyneside (my home area) is difficult to imagine in these times of full (for those who want it) employment and vibrant re-generated cities. However my strongest memory of the 80s has to be the mid decade AIDS panic and the government's belated "Don't die of ignorance" campaign. You could smell the fear in the air.
Gerard Mackay, Hove

The age that made cocaine, political and financial incompetence, nepotism and tasteless extravagance acceptable.
Jim Fraser, Inverness, Scotland

1984 - It's hot and sunny as I drive my Dad's Renault, instead of my 2cv to pick up a girl I fancy very much indeed. I'm doused in Tabac aftershave and wearing my much loved leather bike jacket. A knock on the door and she comes out. An hour later at Eaton we're having a picnic by the Thames. For me the 80s were about growing up. Hanging around London, concerts, pubs and girls. It was the best decade to grow up in. And, for a little while at least I had the girl. "Frankie - do you remember me?"
James Valentine , Glasgow - ex Gerrards Cross

Flying a Union jack from my school bag when the Falklands War started and finishing my final O level the day the Falklands War ended. Not really being bothered by politics as it seemed so angry and confrontational, with the Miners Strike going on forever, Cruise Missiles and strikes at News International. The fear of nuclear annihilation being a topic for normal conversation at school. Fantastic music and watching American brat pack movies. Living in Germany 82-85 and 87-88 going to look at the Berlin Wall and not realising that it was all about to end. Voting in a General Election for the first time in 87 and hoping against hope Thatcher would be got rid off. Being so disappointed when she survived. Starting my first job in 1989 and just catching the end of the 80s boom, long happy days spent in the pub during work time and coming back to the office pie-eyed in time to go home.
Richard, Surrey/Berkshire & Germany

I was born in 1984, so really only experienced the second half, but for me the memories were clear. TV shows were a mix of 60s and 70s repeats (Thunderbirds and Doctor Who being the fave) with fantastic new cartoons. Most towns had decaying shopping malls from the 70s, nothing was very clean and felt oddly tacky. I do remember my older siblings however, taking on somewhat opposite styles. My brother grew long hair and wore earrings, where as my sister cut hers short and permed it - apparently I innocently told her she looked like a tree.
Emily R, Farnham, Surrey

The Smiths, Billy Bragg, the first truly successful global political campaign, the anti apartheid movement and a generation of dedicated and hard-working young people opposed to the wanton greed of Thatcherism and 'Thatcher's Children'. I don't recall the boom of the mid to late 80s - by which the 80s are often typified - as much as the grimness of the early 80s with shocking unemployment levels and huge social strife. Oh and interesting World Snooker Championships. Boys from the Blackstuff. The dole and a wee bar job on the side. And yes I had a filofax, a Marxism Today filofax, if you will. The miner's strike - the one thing that galvanised the left (briefly) and polarised the nation. It was Thatcher v Scargill - there could've been a solution but neither protagonist was really looking for solutions for the people in mining communities. I recall being young and coming to terms with sex in a post-Aids society. And I recall left-wing girls were always better looking and more interesting than right-wing girls and we also had the better tunes. In truth I knew so few young Thatcherites and I was at a university not known for its radicalism. Indeed, I can recall only two or three and they were laughable. Funny that we lost, isn't it?
Tom, Spain

I had my first car phone in 1989. It was a Nokia Mobira phone and it was £25 per month and 25 pence per minute outside the M25 and 50 pence per minute inside the m25! Why, I have no idea!
Matt, Warks

I had this 80s discussion with an old university friend that I met up with a year or two ago. We both realised that when we were studying in the mid-80s there were a number of things that we took for granted today that were never around: Mobile phones, I was considered quite sophisticated by having my own BT Phonecard to ring home; CDs, we were still all vinyl and tapes, forget iTunes and iPods; My theses was typed on a typewriter and then photocopied; there was no Microsoft or Office; we had BBC1, BBC2, ITV and Channel 4; We went to the cinema to see a film. Food for thought?
Jon Busby, Colchester

I was born in 1981 and in spite of there being many more supermarkets by now they weren't very good for fresh produce. I remember walking into town with my mum and she would go to the greengrocers while my four-year-old self would go to the butchers and ask for "half a pound of chipollamas please". He never did correct me on my pronunciation but always used to put a couple more in the bag. Then on the way home I would jump all the way along the metal railway footbridge in Billericay which made the most wonderful deafening sound - my niece does that now.
Anna Packman, formerly Billericay, Essex, now Bognor Regis

Our little town, Biggin Hill had a Co-op and a Liptons, before the big superstore was built - Mum used to send us there for cake ingredients. When they knocked down our Guide hut and built the superstore on it, the little supermarkets closed within 18 months, and you could get strings of French bonbons at the new place but not as many cake ingredients. New houses sprung up overnight trailing new brick patterns across the valley. Me and my friends used to buy scented rubbers from the newsagent, before they were banned for being too like sweets. First hint of the nanny state to come! A trend started in the mid-80s where any decent sized house with a garden was bulldozed and a whole street put up in its place. Most of the bungalows disappeared and I really felt the loss of the "village" even though I was a teenager with a lot of other things on my mind. It felt like a greedy grasping time. Hip Hop appeared there was a rash of ugly graffiti, but then we did have a laugh watching the boys trying to breakdance on gym mats they sneakily dragged onto the playground!
Amanda Cox, Horley, Surrey, UK

The appeal of going to the cinema faltered in the 80s when the VCR became widely available. However they weren't cheap. I remember buying my first one in 1982, it cost £280 - compare that to what they cost now (if you can still find any on the High St). And the cost of pre-recorded films were even higher, I remember ET coming out, I think it was £84 to buy a copy - so everyone hired it from the video hire shop.
Russell James, Liverpool

I loved the 1980s! Fantastic music, great fashion and a huge dollop of optimism. As a teenager I felt I could achieve anything if I set my mind to it and the shackles of the "old school" were falling away. It was a wonderfully positive era - bright fashion, new TV channels and the end of grey Britain. OK, we woke up in the 90s with a hangover, but what a decade! I even feel nostalgic for my suede pixie boots, Choose Life T shirt and Filofax.
Richard, Colchester, Essex

In the mid-80s I was working in London (time of the Big Bang and all that) and couldn't face the 6.30am Open University lectures before work. I rang up my bank who immediately gave me an overdraft of £300 (for a VHS video recorder, makes you cry, doesn't it?) and that afternoon I'd bought one by cheque. Meanwhile my mum also wanting a VHS video to replace the Betamax, had to write to my dad, who was working abroad for six months, to get his signature for permission for her to get a loan on her own account! She moved banks shortly afterwards. I think the Betamax is still in the attic somewhere.
Trina, UK

I can remember being a good lad and being a milk monitor, then one day none of us could have our yummy warm milk anymore. Thanks a lot Mrs. Thatcher.
Rod Bell, Newton-Le-Willows, UK

The 80s: Thatcher = high unemployment, miners strikes, the end of all our industries (ships, cars, etc), privatisation, rising interest rates and inflation and too much greed! The great divides were more obvious, North v South and rich v poor. And there was the emergence of HIV & Aids. Pubs started to open longer hours and happy hours were becoming popular but if you wanted a cheap night you'd buy a bottle of Lambrusco and a half dozen cans of Skol lager and sit in to watch a video (probably on Betamax!) On the up-side, it was a great decade for music & fashion (mostly anyway!) Big hair, big shoulder pads, big earrings¿ and that was just the guys!! And the word that sums up the decade - Power!
Gillian, Edinburgh, Scotland

Rotten, nasty self-centred right-wing government. Cynically high unemployment. Pretty grim for the common man, woman and child.
Robert, Birmingham, UK

The 80s decade was when I became a teenager and became aware early on of the political landscapes that were prevalent in Britain at the time. Margaret Thatcher, I seem to remember was both equally revered and loathed, but to my way of thinking, I have not seen since a PM with such determination and single mindedness as her. It was also in 1981 that I started secondary education, a massive change for me from a small country primary to a town sprawl of children you'd never met before in your life. Scary really. The other frightening thing to me was the rise of the New Romantic movement, something totally alien to me, as I was still listening to(and am to this day), the might of the Wolverhampton wanderers Slade, who made a terrific comeback at the 1980 Reading Festival. Then after school, I discovered alcohol and females, and that's when the 90s started....ho hum.
Craig Storey, Newbury

I remember Birkenhead in the late 70s as a town which had clearly had better times. There were signs of these everywhere. Apart from the majestic Hamilton Square, the centre was made up of a series of faded 1950s style shops in Grange Road and a waterfront untouched from the days when the Mersey had ships. The early 80s had all this but seemed to get bleaker and nastier. Two unsmiling disco clubs catered for us teenagers. You need only know their names; 'Ruperts' and 'Atmosphere'. The latter was the bee knees at the time, summed up by a photo of a couple of members of Duran Duran looking very bored during a promotional event. The alternatives were worse. Pubs located in wasteland after the demolition of surrounding houses. Or smaller venues aimed at Trogs, 'progressive rock fans' as we would call them now. On top of all this Tranmere Rovers were on the brink of extinction while Liverpool and Everton were winning everything. The BBC did a documentary on the period and included one of our neighbour's sons commenting on the state of the football club. Birkenhead seemed to be suffering very badly under Margaret Thatcher, even if the rest of Wirral was strictly Tory. Then things slowly started to change. We knew this as they opened a McDonalds near the Silverstrike arcade. Then they filmed Chariots of Fire at the Oval Sports Centre (short haircuts for all) and Austrian skier Franz Klammer visited the 50 meter ski slope in town after the club had won a nationwide competition. Euro Wirral logos started appearing. The city was in good hands, I left for Leeds University in 1985.
Philip, Birkenhead

This is the UK in the early 1980s. Mass unemployment ravages the country, polarising the haves and the have-nots. The north-south divide becomes physically visible. Free-market economic theory dictates that, in order to reduce inflation, certain sacrifices will have to be made. The Tory government decides on the poor and the miners. Britain enjoys a brief return to the world stage by means of a meaningless colonial war, in which Margaret Thatcher wins back some islands, somewhere, and saves her ailing political career in the process. The British learn American. The British learn professional greed. End of Britain.
Ian Williams, Cheltenham, UK

The oldest of the children went to catering college in the early 1980s and two younger ones went to university in the late 1980s on full grants. We ran our own family business as there were no other jobs available. It started from a morning when the husband and a friend spent the morning digging fishing bait for coastal fishermen avoiding the royal wedding on the telly in 1981. The money raised from selling the worms dug off the beach was invested in two gardening forks to dig a garden which led on to other jobs. The same beaches provided sea coal washed up from the local mines for heating the house. This was supplemented by logs from work done on the gardens. The Wapping print strike provoked much discussion in our house as newspapers were essential to us with different family members taking different views and setting voting patterns which are still in place now. Two of the children delivered papers all through their school years so print strikes affected their pockets directly.
Christine Hewitt, Prudhoe

I'm now 42 and emigrating as a result of what the policies of the 1980's have produced. I personally didn't see any of the wealth of which you speak. Thanks to Thatcher's decimation of apprenticeships, I wasn't able to train to become an electrician/vehicle mechanic as I had intended to. Political correctness arrived in earnest along with the 'claim culture' of our rulers [America], irreparably ruining social respect and cohesion. The music was dire, along with the fashions and the feminist/ethnic inclusion policies put in place then have festered into the current legal climate of bias toward the perpetrators of crime, rather than the victims. Basically, I feel robbed of what should have been one of the best periods of my life [15-25]. Modern Britain? You can keep it...
Jeff Cook, Leicester

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