When she was Leader Of Her Majesty's Opposition, Margaret Thatcher ( remember her? ) vowed to rollback 'The Permissive Society' on becoming P.M. It was a promise that predictably resonated with the Tory faithful, but alas proved impossible to keep because it did not exist, and never had. Unfortunately, no-one seems to have told her acolytes, many of whom to this day huff and puff about the '60's, denouncing it as an era of 'moral decay'. Well, I suppose if you were around during Profumo it must have seemed that way.
Broadcast as part of the 'Summer Of The Sixties' festival on B.B.C.-4, this ludicrously one-sided programme was intended presumably as a corrective to the usual accusations that go hand-in-hand with retrospectives, namely that the past is being 'viewed through rose-tinted glasses'.
It crassly inferred that everything about the decade stank, such as 'Please Release Me' by Engelbert Humperdinck ( What? Worse than 'Agadoo' by Black Lace? ), and that we should have bypassed it and the '70's altogether and moved onto the caring, sharing '80's.
Complaints were made about beautiful architecture being demolished to make way for ugly eyesores. Excuse me? That did not only happen in the '60's. Mick Jagger being questioned about his political beliefs is hardly as embarrassing as the spectacle of Davina McCall on 'Question Time'. It was even intimated that England's victory in the 1966 World Cup was undeserved. I half-expected Ann Leslie to pop up to tell us 'The Sound Of Music' was a turkey.
It is the easiest thing in the world to cherry pick the worst bits of the past, string them together to create a fundamentally distorted picture of how things were, and this programme did just that. In that respect it was no different from those tacky 'I Love The '70's' type programmes that clog up the arteries of late-night Channel 4 schedules.
It might have been possible to take it half-seriously had the contributors not consisted of ex-'Daily Mail' hacks and noted Tory sympathisers. What a grumpy lot they were. I felt sorry for them. While the world was enjoying its new-found sexual liberation, they were stuck at home watching Malcolm Muggeridge.
Broadcast as part of the 'Summer Of The Sixties' festival on B.B.C.-4, this ludicrously one-sided programme was intended presumably as a corrective to the usual accusations that go hand-in-hand with retrospectives, namely that the past is being 'viewed through rose-tinted glasses'.
It crassly inferred that everything about the decade stank, such as 'Please Release Me' by Engelbert Humperdinck ( What? Worse than 'Agadoo' by Black Lace? ), and that we should have bypassed it and the '70's altogether and moved onto the caring, sharing '80's.
Complaints were made about beautiful architecture being demolished to make way for ugly eyesores. Excuse me? That did not only happen in the '60's. Mick Jagger being questioned about his political beliefs is hardly as embarrassing as the spectacle of Davina McCall on 'Question Time'. It was even intimated that England's victory in the 1966 World Cup was undeserved. I half-expected Ann Leslie to pop up to tell us 'The Sound Of Music' was a turkey.
It is the easiest thing in the world to cherry pick the worst bits of the past, string them together to create a fundamentally distorted picture of how things were, and this programme did just that. In that respect it was no different from those tacky 'I Love The '70's' type programmes that clog up the arteries of late-night Channel 4 schedules.
It might have been possible to take it half-seriously had the contributors not consisted of ex-'Daily Mail' hacks and noted Tory sympathisers. What a grumpy lot they were. I felt sorry for them. While the world was enjoying its new-found sexual liberation, they were stuck at home watching Malcolm Muggeridge.