I was born in the year of the supersonic, the era of the multi-storey multivitamin multitonic, the highrise time of men with the technology and women who could be bionic, when jump jets were Harrier, when QE2 was Cunard, when thirty-eight feet tall the Princess Margaret stood stately in her hoverpad, the annee erotique was only thirty aircushioned minutes away and everything went at twice the speed of sound I opened my eyes It was all in colour It didn't look like Kansas anymore The students were on the barricades, the mode was maxi, the Beatles were transcendental It was Britain It was great