You had one bath a week whether you needed it or not. You knew with iron
certainty what was for tea on any given day of the week. There was every
possibility that grown-ups, known to you or not, might clout you. But
being a child of the 1950s endowed you with privileges that could only
have been dreamt of by previous generations. Free secondary education
and health services and, for a while, a booming economy and full
employment - not that you knew much about that as a kid. Did the
baby-boomers, the beneficiaries of all of this, build a better world on
the back of their advantages? Did they turn out to be progressive or
just self-satisfied and selfish? In this series of essays that range
from politics to education to sport and bits of silliness, a boomer
paints the world. You can judge if it's a pretty picture.
