Things were simple in the 70s - even politicians (exhibit 1: Gerald Ford). This wonderful synthetic decade brought us Glam Rock, Pet Rocks and Punk Rock. Even bank clerks wore purple flared suits, had their hair permed, grew a Zapata moustache and had group sex in a hot tub with the accounts department.

Coming directly after the white heat of the Sixties (a time of believable dreams and unbelievable disappointments) the early Seventies was the bill with service not included; Unemployment, three-day weeks, strikes, Northern Ireland, poverty. Even the Apollo program blew up in our faces. If we had known then what we know now about pollution, whales and the ozone layer, life would have been complete . . .

The ideas and philosophy of the 60s became mainstream in the 70s - sexual freedom, the end of the draft, legalisation of abortion, gay liberation, breakthroughs in women's rights. . . you name it. And all accompanied by kaftan-clad ladies and canned pineapple, cheese and cocktail onions on skewers shoved into a foil-covered potato at wife swapping parties. Telegram Sam - you're my main man!

This was a decade where the best selling albums came from K-Tel and Ronco - The same people who brought us such labour-saving devices as the 'Fishin' Magician' and the 'Buttonmatic'. A decade where adverts for tobacco featured semi-naked women chasing a bald bloke down the street, and cigars were advertised by rampant women swinging through the jungle. The psychedelics had chuffed off and the Woodstock generation had gone their own ways, pausing only to cash the cheque. The Vietnam War had killed off all those naïve ideas about youth culture changing anything as surely as if the napalm had been dropped on them, and now the world belonged to the pop star, the football star and any local lad with a Raleigh Chopper or Ford Capri.

In Britain, everything had ended, as it had started, with The Beatles - They split up and, as they did, so too did the rest of youth culture. John sat in bed. Paul did a spot of farming. George went off and saved Bangladesh, and Ringo, bless him, just sat on the platform and waited for Thomas The Tank Engine to pull in. School dinners showed little sign of improving, while glitter and glam permeated everything we touched: Clothes, music, cars, sweets and even the telly.

At no time had the pace of change in all aspects of life been so rapid and so complete over just ten years. In Britain, the early 70s were also about power cuts (blackouts) - England was not having the best of times. Everyone (but everyone) went on strike at some stage or other and Brits called on the 'spirit of the blitz' to get by without electricity, petrol, heating, coal, milk, television, hospitals or having their bins emptied.

The economic crisis led to a three day working week and as a result, domestic electricity supplies would frequently cut off without warning. Candle shops had a boom time and petrol stations were all operating a rationing system. Everything and everyone seemed to be out to polarise opinion and the 70s was not a decade for compromise. The IRA bombed themselves into disgrace with carnage in Northern Ireland and mainland Britain. The CIA engineered a coup in Chile. War eventually shut down in Vietnam but opened in lots of other theatres: Cambodia, Lebanon, the Middle East, Cyprus and Rhodesia.

It seemed that everything in the seventies became an 'issue'. Suddenly we discovered that we had been inflicting dreadful harm on our planet. There were protests at nuclear plants, fuelled by the Three Mile Island disaster in the USA. President Nixon licked his lips and assured Americans that he was honest, but the sweat broke out again as the facts of the Watergate affair became known. In 1974 he became the first US President to resign from office.

But The Seventies were also very much about having a good time all of the time. People were too busy having sex, getting drunk and/or stoned, eating fish and chips, smoking Woodbine and posing in front of their bedroom mirrors with tennis racquets to worry about the underlying problems. The seventies were definitely about excess. More was very definitely more - more hair, more height, more glitter, more guitars, more drugs, more More (long, thin, black cigarettes favoured by Telly Savalas in Kojak). Moderation had ceased to exist. It was a crazy time.

People changed their sex, or at least their avowed sexuality. There were gay rights, women's rights, ethnic rights, kids rights and animal rights to be considered, and many found that very hard indeed. Never again could naked models recline on the bonnets of gleaming cars at motor shows without fear of saboteurs spoiling such sport. British women would no doubt have felt it satisfying that by the end of the decade, the incumbent at 10 Downing Street was one of their own number.

As the decade progressed our focus turned at various times to Space Hoppers, Klackers, ABBA, Mood Rings, The Bay City Rollers, roller skating, Vans with airbrushed murals, Star Wars, Bean Bags, Flares, The Bugaloos, Disco, Jaws, Iron-on T shirt transfers, Happy Days, Kung Fu, K-Tel albums, The Six Million Dollar Man and Punk . . . Phew!

Good taste and fashion may not have made great bedfellows, but it was a fun decade to grow up in. If you lived through the 1970s, the events, images and sounds should flood back. If you didn't, this should give you an insight into what life was really like in the decade that bridged Flower Power and Thatcherism. Far out!