Fortysomethings and Seventies Retro

It was bad enough surviving the original seventies; now you’re supposed to go into ecstasies at the latest seventies revival. This puts you in a dilemma: do you politely say that I had enough of those vomit-inducing chocolate orange colours and larva lamps the first time around, or cut your losses and let everyone know how retro and stylish they are? Because for many fortysomethings the seventies revival is like saying ‘come on, let’s relive my depressing adolescence in a front room in Kidderminster’ or ‘I really used to love the Crossroads Motel reception area with its psychedelic bile carpet and feel it is part of my inner psyche.’ It wasn’t an attractive look then, and is likely to lead to even more suicidal tendencies now. Only you know if you really want to have to spend half your total life living in a set from Abigail’s Party and trying not to giggle when callow younger people ask if you want to fondue. Just hope against hope that it’s not stripped pine again next.