At precisely 9.44pm on a hot and humid July 30th 1990, Georgia Mills took her first lungfuls of air in a maternity suite at St George’s Hospital, south London. Over the course of that busy weekend I made frequent trips to and from the hospital, was on the phone virtually non-stop and generally performed lots of new-dad duties.
I also found time to do something a bit unusual. I taped the day’s news onto the VHS recorder and gathered up a selection of Saturday’s newspapers. Then I stuffed them all into a thick black plastic bag, the kind photographers keep light-sensitive paper in, stuck a label on it saying ‘Do not open until 31st July 2011’, and hauled it up into the loft.
Fast forward to last Saturday evening and I’m in the garden with Georgia, her mum and younger sister. It’s Georgia’s 21st birthday and we’re drinking champagne while she opens cards and presents. Eventually she gets to the black bag and we all have a chance to peruse the contents.
There’s a Guardian, a Daily Star, a Daily Telegraph, an Express, Mirror and Sun. There’s also the VHS cassette and – I’d forgotten about this touch – all the congratulatory cards we’d received from friends, relatives and neighbours.
Had Georgia been born a few hours later the papers would have been of greater historical significance as they would have been full of Iraq’s invasion of Kuwait, which kicked off the first Gulf War. As it was, the two parties were still having talks in Saudi Arabia aimed as resolving their crisis. This news occupied one column inch in the broadsheets (my, were they broad).
The main news in most of the papers was the peaceful resolution of a siege in London’s ‘Tokyo Joe’ nightclub, although the Guardian went for ‘Trinidad gripped by chaos’.
I’m interested in this sort of stuff from a historical perspective. I especially enjoy reading the adverts. They’re a window into a world that can be strangely reassuring and utterly alien. Here’s a small selection, together with the front page of the Telegraph.
10 responses to “Ads from 21 years ago”
Hmm, the thought of putting TCP on my farmers’ makes me wince. It just goes to show how Anusol has got the marketplace sewn up (ouch).
Oh and I laughed at the headline “Police talk gunman out of 10 hr siege”.
“Hello, is that the police? I’ve got a gun and am thinking about having a 10 hour siege.”
“You don’t want to be doing that sir. How would you get the time to go to the toilet?”
“Good point. I’ll give it a miss then.”
Laugh Up Loads!
The Mini Metro came to a sad demise after the introduction of the Euro NCAP tests. They found that if you were in a crash, the most likely outcome for the driver was a painful death. Also, the bonnet height and length meant that if you crashed into a pedestrian, and they were lucky enough to survive the initial impact, they rolled over the bonnet only to smash your head on either the windscreen wipers of windscreen. Causing a bit more death.
I can only assume this was well known to Rover, hence the tag line “Brilliant in Execution”. It’s health and safety gone mad.
Wasn’t the Metro replaced with the Maestro? Similar death toll, but this time accompanied by a jaunty score.
Is that 9% interest rate offer still valid I wonder?
Have you tried dialling that number for a current account that pays 9% interest?
I could do the whole ‘But I read it in the paper!’ thing.
Blimey. Five hundred quid for a fax machine?
That’s so steep it’s vertical.