Tudor crisps.
Half p’s.
People not smoking weed.
Working men’s clubs that showed films Saturday nights.
Street bullies after your pocket money.
Outside toilets.
General smell of fresh poo just about everywhere (I grew up in Wolverhampton in the 60’s – see above).
Bike shops.
Curious train trips to the coast that were always oversubscribed and got back after midnight.
Being able to buy alcohol in pubs at 13.
Police that gave you a friendly smack for being a twunt.
Buying lighter fuel in funny rubber pods and setting fire to your hands.
Lasers in Blackpool.
One bike for everything.
Football violence.
Shops for all purchases.
Massive 24″ flares worn over high heels – I was 12 and a fashion victim. And yes, high heels for the lads – thanks to Slade!
50p being enough for a grand night out.