These are some of the songs which were playing in the background during my 1970’s teenage years in suburbia. I was drunk at the local disco, snogging older boys, squeezing into over-packed cars for a lift home, sulking in my bedroom, waiting at a bus stop, skiving off school, lying to my mum, keeping secrets from my diary, customising my clothes, reading books I couldn’t understand, longing for something to happen, and above all, being bored bored BORED. Music saved me from going completely mad, and in the end provided an escape route. Thank God for all these songs.
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