Had to go to a party last weekend. It was a 30th, and for a bit of variety it was 70s-themed.
For those who sort decades by music there was some decent - and I use the term advisedly - Bay City Rollers garb, and a good Ziggy Stardust effort.
But music never rang any particular bells for me. Sport was where it was at. Not that there was anything specifically banning you from liking both, it's just that I've always been an all-or-nothing sort of person.
I thought back 30 years. Niki Lauda, fresh in the world's consciousness after his incredible Monza comeback the previous year, was en route to his second world championship.