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Contemplation of the 1970s is breaking out all over, possibly as a refuge from the awfulness of the 2020s. In general, it is treated with levity, a cartoon decade of lava lamps, Bay City Rollers, disco balls, bean bags and all the gaiety that was Hugh Scanlon. That said, it was also my heyday, partly because I roared through it fuelled by Party Sevens, Players N°6, and the fact that I looked pretty good in loon pants.
And partly because I suddenly became old enough to travel. The Seventies and I had our moments. This is how it was when overseas was less foreseeable and less hygienic, and few people were interested in pictures of your meal in Budapest. (They still aren’t, but the message got stalled somewhere.)