The eighties were epitomised by wild fluctuations in fortune, Black Monday, scarlet Porsche 911s, freezing bottles of beer with a slice of lime, champagne drunk from tumblers, tight knee-length skirts and zoot-suits. However, for those who care to remember, the prevailing sensation at the time was anxiety.
Never before has it been so conspicuously easy to trace the current malaise in UK society to a certain period in modern history. Thatcher’s Britain was characterised by (probably) the laziest, most vindictive, divisive and ignorant government in living memory, content to obliterate rather than create. Their currency was misery. Their effect was to destroy the spirit of a nation.
Corrosion is the word that sums it up precisely.