I grew up watching black and white television with two channels.
When I was a small child, married women were not allowed to work in the civil service or the banks.
I know what a soda stream is and I have tasted its products (not very nice, kids).
I watched the Berlin Wall fall and Nelson Mandela walk free (on the telly but live).
I saw “Who framed Roger Rabbit?” and was amazed and dazzled by the technology (it mixes real people and cartoons).
I watched the original series of Charlie’s Angels and was the proud owner of the 1977 annual.
I got Super Trouper the Album for Christmas when it was newly released.
I remember my cousins getting a video recorder and how we all marvelled at its miraculous, magical workings.
I didn’t use a computer when I was in college; there was no internet; there was no google.
I grew up without email. When I began my working life, everything came in and out by post.
I was once expert in the use of the dictaphone.
I used faxes every day. I remember when faxes were shiny new technology and they used shiny paper too from which, hilariously, the text faded away on the files where it was carefully kept.
I had a part share in the office mobile phone which was so heavy that you had to carry it around in its own special case.
I believed that Burlington socks, Benetton scarves, legwarmers, Adidas Roms, ankle boots (welcome back ankle boot – I see you have rejoined us in the new century) and parka jackets were very cool. Ideally all worn at the same time.
From an original idea by the ever estimable Finslippy. Tell me, how old (or young, if you really feel that’s appropriate and tactful, in the circumstances) are you?
