Roller-boots. Deely boppers. Timmy Mallett. Roland rat. Sinclair Spectrum computers. The pop man. Getting 10p back on bottles of pop. Cycling shorts. Oversized owl glasses. Coca cola Yoyos. Breakdancing on cardboard. Cabbage Patch dolls. 1p sweets. Wham bars. Pixie boots. Freddy Kreuger. The Young ones. Spitting Image.
That’s a few things I remember growing up in the 80’s. It was a decade which contained my whole childhood. So the 80’s for me will always be fun, despite the unemployment my dad had to endure for periods of time and having no money. It was a time of hanging on to my dad’s van on my roller-boots and timing it so I let go before he hit a speed where I’d do myself an injury. A time of telling ghost stories and making dens. Building go-karts from prams and drawing hopscotch on the tarmac. Whatever adults of the world saw in the 80’s, this is what I saw.