I lived through the 70s as a fully immature adult and survived to tell the tale - the only thing is I don't really know how, the details are blurred and no way can I remember buying the survival pack. I'd want to go back to the beginning of the 70s for sure, only this time I'd have my older not necessarily wiser head on. And please could I have a digital camera for snapping those megamoments when hippies morphed into glam rockers, and folkies transformed into punks, post break up of the Beatles and the demise of one JHendrix. For me the 70s was a time of bad beer, massive alarm clocks, union strikes, crap cars, the art of the roll up, feminist-speak, political chicanery, cold war hype, the rise of Thatcher, Reaganomics and uncle Tom Cobbley's farewell gig with Jethro Tull. The one good thing to come out of this turmoil was the environmental movement - call it the hippie conscience seeding - the realisation that planet Earth was a beautiful entity, seen in its wholeness for the first time from space in 1968 - and that it needed care and attention.