Growing up in the 70's

Abba!!

Horrible bottles of milk free at school, and the cream used to sit at the top of each bottle - using candles because of all the powercuts - food shortages (I remember there being no bread at one point and no sugar at another - I think it was all to do with the 3 day week) - Choppers - cheesecloth blouses, denim skirts, platform shoes (weren't the wedges made of some sort of straw type material, with denim on the top for the sandal bit?) - tank tops - your Mum had a long 'evening' dress to go to a dinner and dance - people would think nothing of drinking and driving - football hooliganism - you had to wait for the tele to warm up when you put it on - Miss World was a big thing on tele, as was the Eurovision Song Contest

3 digit phone number on our avocado trim phone.... Out number was 776!

Worzel Gummidge, The Ghosts of Motley Hall, Grange Hill, Starsky and Hutch....oh and those Sunday evening family dramas..

Phone boxes - always smelled of pee (you didn't dare stand on the floor if there was water on it) and the reciever always smelled of ciggies and was covered in condensation

Sweets were proper bright colours

Crimpolene (oh joy)

Scotbloc cooking chocolate

Tab and 1-Cal sugar-free drinks (vile)

Fondues & Black Forest Gateaux

Weird relief pictures made of shiny string stretched between metal pegs with a hessian background - mum made several of these

Chicken-in-a-basket

My dads brown cortina had plastic leather-look seats. God they burnt your thighs on a sunny day ! No seatbelt a too for us kids.

We were allowed to ride in the boot when he got an estate.

All of the above
Orange and brown and velour and swirly patterns
Space hoppers and clackers and chopper bikes
School milk and spangles
Decimalisation
Buying singles - Elton John
Flares
Swap shop and blue peter

The Sweeney. The Onedin Line. Fawlty Towers. The Goodies. Dad's Army. Porridge. Rising Damp. (Any number of sitcoms, actually, most of the rest not very good.) World in Action. Play for Today. Miss World contest. Parkinson after Match of the Day on Saturday nights.

We watched a lot of TV.

Tupperware cups and warm orange squash
Nylon orange sheets and candle wick bedspreads
Tarmac melting in the summer
Broken brown glass and concrete in the park
The bakers van that sold cakes

Lots of ladybirds one summer, and long warm summer holidays in England

Born in 1965 so I remember the 70s very well.

Men had hideous swirly-patterned ties including my dad

Soap-on-a-rope

Corduroy - lots of corduroy including an awful pair of tan culottes courtesy of my DM whose clothes sense is decidedly odd

Flicked-out hair-dos done with curling-tongs & before any sort of gel or mousse had been invented

who had a Stylophone?

Queueing up to watch Star wars (Matinee) aged 7 in Manchester with my Brother And parents, of course in them days there was only one film on at the cinema.

2 Heatwave summers - the Summer of ladybirds - droughts - sunburn - no seatbelts in the backs of cars (and not that many used them in the front) - Winter of Discontent - Inflation running at 75% - power cuts - only 3 channels on TV, and now way of recording stuff you missed - black and white TV - Morcombe and Wise - decimilsation - Silver Jubilee - Virginia Wade winning Wimbledon -glam rock - disco music - punk - Saturday Night Fever - Grease - Pizzaland

Gosh yes - homework by oil lamp because of the 3 day week.

John Pertwee and Tom Baker as Doctor Who (remember the terrifying 'Green Death' episode?)

No seatbelts. My Dad's Flared jeans and platform brogues (ha ha). Tupperware parties. Abba on top of the pops.

Have to get up and use the dial on the TV to tune in and change channel

sitting on my mum's lap in the front seat of the car.

no seat belts. Ever.

Ah, the era of the chopper bike, olive green walls and purple front doors, wife swopping, the perm [obligatory for both men and women], bellbottoms, large collared flowery shirts and [Freddie Laker] standby air flights.....

Oh yes, Jackie magazine.... And blue jeans,patches and my guy!

Smoking everywhere. I was standing in a record shop once (remember those?) and felt something very hot on my back. A man behind me apologised because the ash on his cigarette had dropped off and burnt a hole in my cardigan! In cinemas there was a smoking half and a non-smoking half. On trains and tubes there were smoking compartments and non-smoking compartments. On the bus there was smoking allowed on the top deck, not the bottom.

Buses all had conductors who went round selling tickets from machines they had strung round their necks.

Only three TV channels and no way of recording programmes. You watched live or not at all. The audience for the most popular programmes was enormous, in a way that's inconceivable now except for things like the Olympics and state funerals/weddings.

Strikes, strikes, strikes.