One of the strange things about growing up in the 1960s and 1970s was that the future was so closely associated with the year 2000. Such that it still seems to me to be in the future. Like the space race, jetpacks, and naff typography, the future always seemed wrapped up with a distant idea of growing up that has somehow now passed. I remember going to to see Kentucky on New Year Eve 1999, and having a boozy fireworks party in Otley. Great fun as a drinking session (he’d got some great beers in), but I knew I had grown up.
Why? Because he gave me nosehair clippers as a Christmas present. O Brave New C21st World!