What’s a moment that made you question reality?
I have genuinely never had cause to question reality, and I am not sure why I would. I am sure that other responses to this prompt will explain the situation eloquently, but to me reality is the only reality of life. Only what you can see exists and anything that seems supernatural or unreal in nature is simply a phenomenon that hasn’t been adequately explained by science yet. That said I have had many occasions to question the mass of people who exist in the same reality as me!
I have almost favourite sweatshirt that my wife tolerates me wearing and which my youngest daughter hates! It was a present from my younger son and it reads ‘People Ruin Everything’! My 60 years of life experience is summarised in those three words! People exist in the same reality as me but they make decisions and form opinions that I genuinely can’t understand. Now I am by no means saying I am right in even the majority of my opinions and decisions, but I sometimes find myself utterly baffled by other people’s reactions to the same events and situations.
As we become ever more divided, we have left behind the post war consensus that created the welfare state and the brief one or two generation experiment with something approaching an egalitarian society. Yes, that egalitarian experiment wasn’t perfect, indeed it had many problems, but under leaders like Wilson, Heath and Callaghan in my early years we seemed to be moving towards a rough sort of meritocracy. That concept itself is now anathema to so many people, and our increasingly awful politicians across the world are taking advantage of this. There’s probably two or three politicians over the past twenty years or so who I believe genuinely wanted the best for everyone in society and they are all out of power having never been able to change the basis of human nature which is to hate anyone different.
Reality is completely fine, it’s human beings who ruin it!
Pip: There is something quietly audacious about sitting down with a stack of old magazines and deciding that they are, in fact, history — and David Pearce Music Reviewer has been doing exactly that.
Mara: This episode covers a series of Christmas magazine deep-dives spanning more than half a century, from a 1970 Woman’s Realm to a 2025 Woman and Home, plus a summer 1980 Radio Times souvenir issue that turns out to be its own kind of time capsule. Let’s start with what those Christmas editions reveal about the eras they came from.
Christmas Magazines as Time Capsules
Mara: The central question running through all of these pieces is what a magazine’s Christmas issue actually reflects — not just the season, but the class, the anxieties, and the assumptions of whoever was buying it at the time.
Pip: The 1996 Country Life piece sets up that question sharply, opening with a full survey of the year — Dunblane, the IRA ceasefire collapsing, Euro 96, Three Lions — before landing on the magazine itself, where the cover promises snow, sledding children, and an idealized old England. The editorial, meanwhile, argues that Winter was once a season of genuine rest, and that the switching on of Christmas lights has now superseded the first service of Advent as the start of the festive season.
Mara: That quote is worth sitting with. The 1996 Country Life editorial is making a claim that the religious and rural calendar has been displaced by a commercial, urban one — and the rest of the magazine reinforces it, from the article introducing children to traditional wooden toys over plastic alternatives, to a letters page where two correspondents actually bemoan the post-Dunblane handgun ban, accusing politicians of lacking the courage to ignore public outcry.
Pip: One of those letter writers predicts the ban will fail to prevent future massacres. He has been, as the piece notes, comprehensively proved wrong in the twenty-nine years since.
Mara: The 1986 Field Christmas Number operates in similar territory but is even more tightly targeted. The advertisements alone tell the story — Sotheby’s selling guns with a guide price of seven to eleven thousand pounds, the National Stud, Veteran Gunmakers of Spain. The editorial frames the countryside’s custodians as agents of renewal, closer to the simplicity of the Nativity than city dwellers, while also taking what is described as a handbrake turn into politics, arguing that “it is charitable to refrain from interference.”
Pip: The 2007 Country Life special is where the Christmas spirit quietly excused itself from the room. The editorial is entirely about a campaign against the EU Common Fisheries Policy.
Mara: That contrast with the 2019 Country Life is stark. The 2019 editorial returns to Christmas directly, connecting hope for the future with the hope of a newborn, and the piece on the history of Hark the Herald Angels Sing sits alongside a report on a camel farm whose residents are in high demand for Nativity plays — described as a marvellous peek behind the curtain of some very British eccentricity. The gift guide tops out at a personalized backgammon set for twelve thousand pounds, but the mince pie test finds Sainsbury’s beating Fortnum and Mason at four to six times the price.
Mara: The 1975 Illustrated London News sits at the other end of the social register from Woman’s Realm but shares its certainty. The Bishop of London’s Christmas piece, a four-page history of Frost Fairs on the Thames, and an article furiously lamenting the use of forenames over surnames — described as reading like a parody, but almost certainly received with nods of agreement — all sit alongside advertisements for Jaguar cars and Philips televisions encased in mock Georgian cabinets to disguise the vulgarity of owning one.
Pip: The 1970 Woman’s Realm is the sharpest time capsule of the set, because it is caught between two eras. The cover shows a woman in skiing gear on a mountain — aspirational, dynamic — while the recipes inside include Drunken Prunes and Black Bun, and the reader is expected to also knit the sweater before hitting the slopes.
Mara: And women in 1970 could not open their own bank accounts without a male guarantor. The magazine’s vision of independence was, as the piece puts it, at odds with a time when women wouldn’t be trusted with their own money — but change was in the air, and Woman’s Realm could sense it.
Mara: The 2025 Woman and Home brings the arc forward. Joanna Lumley is on the cover, and the front page is described as designed to be seen digitally — a blizzard of cover lines, twelve celebrity names, seven story hooks, a quote about not drinking champagne before midday. The contents page, with its short articles and skimmable sections, is described as set up like the main page of a website, where even reading it in print you find your brain defaulting to a skimming approach.
Pip: The food section is the one a 1950s reader would most recognize, though the recipes are now as much about appearance as taste. The health section starts with sex and ends with a flatter tum for Christmas — a phrase that, it is noted, the magazines of the fifties and sixties would have considered too common to print.
Mara: What the piece mourns, gently, is the loss of shared experience. Morecambe and Wise drew over twenty million viewers. The most-watched Christmas programmes now struggle to reach ten million. The magazine has become a buffet rather than a meal, and Christmas, the piece suggests, may be the last remaining shred of a shared tradition.
Pip: From Christmas issues to a summer week in 1980 — the Radio Times turns out to be its own kind of archive.
A 1980 Radio Times and What It Preserves
Pip: The Radio Times Queen Mother Souvenir Issue for August 1980 is a different kind of document — not a seasonal special but a week of ordinary summer television, which turns out to be its own revealing record.
Mara: The piece opens with the advertising, and one price comparison anchors the whole section: “Lifetime Membership for the National Trust in 1980 was £125, whilst yearly membership was a mere £7,” compared to 2430 pounds and 100 pounds 80 pence respectively in 2026 — meaning the breakeven point for lifetime membership has stretched from under eighteen years to over twenty-four.
Pip: The Fine Fare grocery ad is similarly revealing — loose Typhoo Tea at twenty and a half pence, no ready meals, no sugary cereals. The shopping list is recognizable as a cupboard staple, but the absence of convenience food marks a different kind of domestic life.
Mara: The programming survey is equally candid about what summer BBC actually looked like. Two and a half hour closedowns, Trumpton on its umpteenth repeat, an Elvis film described as perhaps the worst of the lot. The piece is honest: for every classic programme there were half a dozen ranging from forgettable to appalling, and Christmas is what we tend to remember when we talk about how good television was in the seventies and eighties.
Pip: The MG car advertisement, marketed solely toward the single carefree man, sits alongside the Austin Allegro, marketed toward the family — a neat pair that captures a country that had passed the Equal Pay Act ten years earlier and was still treating independence as a male privilege.
Mara: What connects all of these pieces is the idea that a magazine’s Christmas issue or even a Radio Times issue from a summer week of programmes is never just about Christmas or television — it is a snapshot of who the reader was supposed to be or who they may aspire to be.
Pip: And whether that reader was knitting their own ski jumper in 1970 or skimming past celebrities they don’t recognize in 2025, the tension between what was and what might be is always there on the page.
What’s a movie you expected to hate but ended up loving?
I can easily recall concerts I enjoyed far more than I expected. I can think of many books that very pleasantly surprised me. I can think of songs and albums from artists I had never been impressed by which I loved. When it comes to films, however, there is very little comparable.
It reflects, I think the relative unimportance of films in my life. Yes, I have watched many, yes I have perennial favourites especially at Christmas, but I find them by and large disposable. I would not go to the cinema to see a film I expected to hate, especially nowadays, as a visit to the cinema is a very rare occurrence for me. I have probably seen, on average, one film a year on the big screen in the past decade, so you can guarantee that if I go, it’s because I know I am going to enjoy it. When I watch a film at home it is often one chosen by someone else or the result of a random choice from a streaming service. Again, I only pick films I expect to enjoy and in a significant percentage of cases I do. If I don’t I tend to give a film 10 to 15 minutes to impress before giving up on it.
For many people, films are a significant element of life, but for me they just don’t have a massive position in my entertainment universe. They are fine if I am bored but will almost certainly be the last choice for staving off that boredom.
What is the meaning of life?
Over the years I have come to believe that there is no higher power, no higher purpose, no higher meaning governing everything. We are no more than specifically gifted simians who have evolved over millions of years. The religious texts were written in a period of human history when the science of evolution was not understood so it is little surprise that the whole process was ascribed to a higher power. In the modern world there is very little evidence to support the religious view of divine creation so I have accepted for myself that it didn’t happen. I know very many people will disagree, but that is part of life especially these days on social media!
Once that is decided then it clearly follows that any meaning to life comes from the meaning you give to it. My meaning comes from my family unit. Everything that gives my life purpose arises from my wife and children. Yes, my profession gave me purpose and meaning to my life, and to some extent still does, but it would mean nothing in and of itself if I was on my own.
What’s a word or phrase that annoys you?
I have always detested management speak since it first raised it’s ugly head. It is used by those with little of any use to say and less still to contribute. A sort of code where those of limited ability come together to make themselves seem important whilst doing nothing for those who they supposedly lead. When you look at modern management you see those with great self promotion abilities overshadowing their lack of actual abilities. The words they use are often meant to be deceptive and to disguise a lack of progress. I will pick the two phrases I hate the most but they are simply two examples of an impoverished language used by impoverished people.
Going Forward – absolute nonsense! In the context in which it is used, it means in the future, but I am sure it makes the users of this useless phrase feel like they are dynamic in some way. They aren’t! The people who use phrases like ‘In the future’ or ‘From now on’ have far more of practical use to contribute. They are, in essence, old school managers who are more interested in those they lead rather than those they are joining on the top table. At an interview, those who look at the ‘big picture’ and parrot the correct phrases are far more likely to get the job than those who focus on their much more significant role of helping those they lead achieve their potential.
Cascade – as in ‘please cascade this information to your staff’, is another abomination that does not exist outside of self important types who are only interested in their own position. What’s wrong with ‘Can you let the staff know?’ As far as I can see, there is nothing wrong with it. As with going forward, cascade provides the illusion of movement and urgency and gives the user a spurious impression of actually achieving something. I remember shocking a member of an inspection team when he asked us to cascade the results of a meeting to our teams if we had supervisory duties. I replied that I would never cascade anything but that I was quite happy to write an email letting them know what happened!
I really dislike language that is designed to protect those that use it and to mislead, perhaps in both senses of the word, those who they are responsible for. Management Speak is guilty on both counts and is the symptom of the disease of increasingly poor, and occasionally nasty, management that we have seen spread across the world into every sector like a plague over the past 25 years or so. When I first started working, all of our management team had worked their way up through the organisation and were respected for their knowledge and their experience. I was a very poor insurance clerk in my first job, despite their attempts to guide me, but before I left a couple of them gave me advice and encouragement even though I had been there less than a year. When I finished full time work after over seven years of excellent work for my final employer, my office manager never said thank you to me as a person or asked me what I was doing next. She presented me with a pointless trophy and an insincere public thank you to make herself look good, having not said a single word to me for the duration of my three month notice. That encapsulates modern managers as does their language of self importance and obfuscation.
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