You don't get to choose where you grow up, and for more than 80 per cent
of the population, the boring, unadventurous and thoroughly
unfashionable suburbs serve as their childhood stomping grounds. Much
derided in literature and popular culture, acclaimed author David
Randall turns his eagle eye and sharp wit on growing up in Suburbia -
and his own childhood through the 1950s, '60s and '70s.From the
predictable naming conventions to the unambitious juvenile crime, and
from the social misfits to the snobs in the detached houses, Randall
recounts it all in this funny and often poignant anecdote-filled book.
Exploring such vital questions as why milkmen were the only daytime
callers to be suspected of charming housewives, and just how to hide the
New Car (more out of concern for the neighbours than anything to do with
crime), no stone is left unturned (although each is placed neatly back
onto its manicured lawn). Most important, were the suburbs so
extraordinarily cliché as they are portrayed to be? Well, yes, probably.
But so what?