The American author Bill Bryson rightly pointed out that there are more accents between the Trent and the Tweed (the north of England) than the whole of North America. Geographical accents make up only part of it. Class accents add an extra layer of complexity.

Same with cafes (or “coffee shops”). One queue for those of us who drink black filter coffee, another for those who want fancypants coffeelattoacinos etc.

Fatal?

The best bit was you could indulge your inner introvert. If you saw someone you knew you could just nod and smile rather than have to try to come up with some inane small talk.

In the 80s when Spitting Image was at its height, everyone seemed to know the names of all the members of the cabinet and shadow cabinet.

White Horses. Argument over.

No gavels in British courts

Papers didn’t start to really grow until the 80s. Remember having to split the Sunday Times into its different sections and take out the colour supplement to squeeze the whole paper in dribs and drabs through letterboxes designed by Victorians for, well, letters.

Not a Sunday paper in the 70s. Maybe the News of the World?

Another great reason to move to a base 12 counting system. Twelve hours on a clock. Twelve months in a year.

Am I the only one whose first reaction was ONE PENCE? Ugh. One penny, pedantry fans.

I remember Brookside characters mentioning Coronation Street.