I remember 1997.
Everyone got up with a smile after a refreshing slumber and commuted quickly and cheaply to a job they enjoyed and which paid them too much money if anything.
You could leave your door unlocked and your electrical goods on the front lawn and no one would dream of touching them.
Crime was all but non-existent and people had respect for their elders, who all lived much longer and without worries like cancer or yobs.
Every morning a roly-poly baker's wife would give you a wink and a ruby-cheeked farmer would hand you an apple. And with beer at just 3p a pint, we'd enjoy a few jars at our community-minded pub of an evening before taking a curry from that restaurant run by those grateful, respectful Asians, the only immigrants in the town.
AND NOW LOOK AT US.