LET’S TALK ABOUT THE BOULEVARD.
It’s the 1980’s, unemployment, synth wave, choose your own adventure books, Ninjas and arcade machines are in fashion. Kids in the 80’s loved the 80’s. Old people in their 80‘s living in the 80’s, hated kids in the 80’s, but they liked Margaret Thatcher, who hated 80’s kids so much she stole their milk. She also, for reasons best known to herself, hated the Welsh. Even with the terrifying AIDS adverts on TV and billboards reminding you of your immediate and irreversible plummet into death (should you even think about looking at another human you may find attractive) the 80’s are fondly remembered as carefree days with red hot summers, long snowy winters and currency that came in half-pences. You could buy hard candy sticks with dyed red tips that looked like a lit cigarette, combine some of those with a flat-top and mullet combo, stone washed double denim jeans and jacket, and you had a serious 80’s look that scared old ladies and made every 10 year old feel like the bees-knees.