Visit a 'secret' nuclear bunker and this will tell you how real the threat was perceived to be.
Y to this. I was petrified of nuclear war and the threat was there constantly. We went to a secret bunker a couple of years ago and it brought it all back. I'd actually forgotten how terrified I was.
I left school at 16 at the end of 1979. Of our year group of 360 pupils only about 35 stayed on for A levels, and of them only 4 went to actual university. Probably half of the rest went to polytechnic or college. Careers advice was Teaching, Banking or Civil Service for the clever kids, Nursing or Hairdressing for the less clever girls and the Dockyard for the boys.
I started work in the Civil Service at the start of 1980. Sent on a month's residential course, and had to share a room in somebody's house! No computers, everything in huge files that got delivered by the post-room. People chain-smoking at their desks and going off to the pub on Friday afternoon
.I'd only been there a few months when there was a total recruitment ban for several years, so I was treated as a child by the others and regularly told off.
Spent the early 80s going on demos for CND and Animal Rights, which my DF wasn't happy about, and went vegetarian, which really upset him.
Got married in 1983, and bought a house. Solicitor would only send the paperwork to DH which meant it was delayed while he sent it back to me. Loans you had to have your father's permission and go and speak to the Bank Manager.
Supermarkets had half day closing on Wednesday, shut Sunday and closed early on Saturday. Late night shopping was Thursday which I think was 8pm. Rest of week was 6pm. Paying by cheque meant huge queues as most people didn't start writing the cheque until they'd put their shopping through. It did mean if you got paid on Friday you were safe to go shopping on Wednesday because your cheque wouldn't be presented for at least 2 days. Food was seasonal and expensive.
Very few people had cars and there wasn't the obsession with speed limits there is now, and no cameras. Roads were generally either 30mph or 60mph. DH drove from Kent to Southampton and back in an afternoon in the boss's Jag at over 100mph. It was rare on motorway journeys to see a woman driving.
Left work at the end of 1985 to have DC1. They had only just started allowing people to come back after maternity leave so I was told to say I was going back, even though I knew I wouldn't. I got 18 weeks Leave; 11 before the baby and 6 after. Ended up going back to work in 1990. There were very few actual nurseries so my children went to Pre School Playgroups. They would only take them from 2 1/4 if they were out of nappies, so DC1 was always wet.
Children's clothes were relatively expensive so they didn't have many. Pampers decided to start selling Boy nappies (more padding at the front and cut higher round the legs) and Girl nappies (more padding underneath and flatter at the front). I was furious because we had a DD and a DS both in nappies and we had to buy 2 smaller boxes instead of the one big value one. Other brands were available but didn't fit so well and leaked.
My DPs moved to Europe so we spent a lot of time going across by ferry. To book the tickets you had to go to a Travel Agent. Otherwise we went to Butlins and I've no idea how we booked that. Presumably the same travel agent. No internet and no phones, but there was Teletext.
We had a ZX Spectrum and an Atari and waited hours for them to load Sonic the Hedgehog, Alex the Kid, and Ghostbusters.