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Head full of the 1980s - This is England '86, thinking back, thinking around, filling in this personal-historical space around me. I stood in the kitchen wondering out loud to my mum around another of the realisations about the cohort I'll be sharing undergraduate life with - how I grew to look back to the 80s with a fervour of wanting to know. Is it different, if you grow up with your roots (the ones people think of when you recite your birth year: the associations they have and which you come to understand, or I did) in a period with very different colour and social politics? A lesser magnetic pull toward understanding the era? One that's less torn apart - and perhaps less written about. I've enjoyed finding out lately that I'm not the only one for whom Adrian Mole was pretty much a primary source for 1980s social history. It comes together slowly, often in stupid TV retrospectives, and in clouds of understanding that shift and break apart and come together over time.
Space. Pale grey and gusty outside, hiding brief escapes of sunlight which is warm and everywhere. I ran a bath, to think in, and it stands waiting, blue and quiet.
Space. Pale grey and gusty outside, hiding brief escapes of sunlight which is warm and everywhere. I ran a bath, to think in, and it stands waiting, blue and quiet.