The 90s are like a kaleidoscope decade for me. Lots of fragments of things that just make patterns not pictures. I was 17 when the 90s started so it was a decade when I did a lot and nothing happened. Or perhaps did nothing and a lot happened, you see it’s all shards. So for a decade so close and personal to be written as cultural history is both personal and alarming. It’s not like the 70s where I can apply some reasoned perspective. Do I really need people dragging my kaleidoscope through the vomit and detritus.
I read Alwyn Turners ” A classless Society ” recently. It a big book , wonderfully compiled and Turner writes in a way that it is impossible to not keep reading. On reflection I think I needed it. Turners 90s talk of many things, of dead princesses, dubious politicians cabbages and queens. I never got Britpop, it seemed lame and weak to me, I still don’t understand “new Lad ” or whatever it was called. Wasn’t it just pretending to be ironic or in the know while remaining like Stan Boredman , and I can’t feel nostalgic for many things I completely ignored ( Oasis and Chris Evans being 2 key ones..) yet there’s a theme that runs through my kaleidoscope as well. The 90s, we had John Majors painful elongated goodbye, Tony Blairs elongated hello and ultimately not a huge amount of change. Turners conclusion is that they neither offered a lot, I tend to agree. Indeed it’s what fills the gaps that becomes interesting. If I was to sum up the decade it would be this …Channel 5. A pointless titillating and trivial thing that we could all have done without yet many felt compelled at some point to gawp at. We slowly sit eating ourselves while our leaders shake up the crystals…be gone I need to rinse my kaleidoscope.