Did anybody grow up in the 70s?

Powercuts
No bread (strikes)
No sugar (strikes)
Rubbish piled up on streets (strikes)
Inflation was about 75%
3 day working week

I know it is very fashionable amongst people who were not born at the time to hate Mrs Thatcher with a passion, but I'm guessing most of those people don't remember / haven't researched quite what a grip the powerful unions had on the Country in the 70s

On a lighter note :
nylon sheets from which you could get an electric shock
flannelette stripey sheets
disgusting 1/3 pint bottles of milk at school that sat in the sun and all the fat rose to the top, boak

This may be through rose tinted specs but we had proper distinct seasons. Hot summers and always snow in winter

Everything shut on Sundays

Often shops closed on a Wednesday afternoon too

People had less stuff in general. Stuff was more expensive that it is now (in relative terms, if not actual cost), and purchases far more deeply considered. New clothes were a big deal, not something you threw in with the groceries.

Starsky & Hutch !

3 day week
Strikes
Rubbish piled up
Grunwick
IRA
Bomb scares
Fuel shortage

Glam
Soul
Disco
Punk
Two Tone

Fabulous clothes
Great TV
Brilliant music

Best decade ever

Vesta beef curry was our Saturday night treat - just me and Dad, it was far too exotic for Mum!

Everything shut on Sundays. No entertainment or organised activities for under 18s except scouts/guides and school sports, unless the funfair or circus was in town.

Most children's clothes were homemade and/or passed down. TV was black and white - Monty Python was the big thing and we would receite whole sketches at school.

Limited range of food, salad was seasonal. Curry was made with onions, mince, apple, raisins and curry powder. No-one ate out, cafes sold instant coffee.

Endless gossip about anyone cohabiting or pregnant outside wedlock.

There was a perfume called Tramp!
Aquamanda, smash instant mash, Ford escort Mexico the best car ever

Family planning clinic made me sit separately from the married women...
Vosene shampoo, no conditioners
Power cuts, strikes, IRA bombs, food shortages, joining the EU, massive sex discrimination at work, not all pubs and clubs serving women, no women's rights, single women couldn't get credit or mortgages, little recognition for domestic violence, Yorkshire ripper victims were 'asking for it', Gary glitter, Jimmy saville, Rolf Harris, PIE, fabulous music, fashion and clubs and despite all that the decade was just the most fun

The massive programme to convert every gas appliance in the country from compatibility with manufactured town gas to natural North Sea gas. It took eight years in total and was completed in 1976.

Spider plants
Cheese plants

Trying yoghurt for the first time!

I still remember a neighbour turning up with an open pot of strawberry Ski saying 'Got one of those things they advertise on the telly. The kids all think it's disgusting!' And me and my Mum trying it and wholeheartedly agreeing that it was 'sour' and horrible. Not sure how we adapted our palates to liking it!

The birth of 'freezer shops' (not that we had a freezer - just an ice compartment in the fridge but you could cram a pack of Findus crispy pancakes and an arctic roll in there and eat like kings!)

Racism and anti-Irish prejudice everywhere.
Brut 33 (I'm male).
Beefburgers were mostly gristle and bone.
Citrus fruits were non-existent except at Christmas.
Strikes, the 3 day week, inflation running at 25%.
Car journeys over 20 miles were a massive deal.

Happy Eater and Little Chef

School milk was free to everyone at primary school, but if you were getting bit on the heavy side, you were taken off milk (yes!) and puddings (boo!).

Twinkle and bunty magazine/comic
Grattan catalogue
Jimmy Carter/James Callaghan
The night Margaret thatcher was elected
Children with callipers on their legs
Telly - black and white, buttons you had to press and turn over (usually one was sellotaped in)

Oh yes no TV until 1977. We listened to the radio and played vinyl stories - including the jungle book

Chocolate brownie from Wimpy.
Cycling to the swimming baths < 10 no adult supervision
On the tube primary school - no adult supervision!
Dawn to dusk freedom
Peg trousers
No meals in a restaurant ever we had no money
Jumble sales for clothes - we still had no money
Home made school uniform
Cheap white wine
Bunches for hair styling
No one had a new car - no one!!!!
Space dust
Sweets by the quarter
Party line phone at my grans ( shared with the neighbours)
Taking bottles to the ice cream van to buy sweets
Never had tuna or pasta until the 80’s came around, first time I was offered tuna I though it was v exotic.
My dad was in the army until the later 1970s the wage was vvvvvv low - we often ran out of toilet paper and shampoo - washing up liquid and newspaper was substituted
2p lucky dip
Milk at break
Only food offered to vegetarians at school was grated cheese
When I attended school that was run by the forces all lunch had to be eaten no excuses - liver green beans and semolina still break me out into a sweat
Painting your bikes!
Fitting playing cards on your bike wheels to make them sound fast!!

Liptons
Christian aid perhaps - at school you bought a stamp for 2p and it made a picture after a few weeks (usually a starving child?)
Barclays Bank saving at school, blue bank book in a brown envelope
Brown and orange clothes
No seat belts

Nothing really to add to the above. Marvellous memories. I loved the 70s!!

Racism being the accepted as the norm with immigrants being referred to and treated in derogatory terms in everyday life. Regular National Front rallies and immigrants being regularly attacked by skinheads.

Being stuck for hours on a train outside Birmingham on the night of the IRA bombings. I had no idea what was happening.
I got married in the year of the drought, 1976. It rained all day, then it didn’t rain again for three months.
Power shortages, TV shutting down after the news.
I was working in a shop as a Saturday girl for £1.00 a day when decimalisation happened. We had a lot of training but the general public hadn’t. It was chaos.

No baby monitors. DSis and I slept in the basement of a 4 storey house. Master bedroom was on the top floor.

@cstaff - awesome!