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	<title>Comments on: Carmodise That!</title>
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	<description>Lollards in the high church of low culture</description>
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		<title>By: The Symbiotics of Haircut 100</title>
		<link>http://freakytrigger.co.uk/ft/2006/08/carmodise-that/#comment-36846</link>
		<dc:creator>The Symbiotics of Haircut 100</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2006 04:07:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>"swinging" and "dodgy" being the catchphrases of Norman Vaughan, then host of Sunday Night at the London Palladium, the very epicentre of the transition from the old collective working-class culture to the promise of an Americanised future, a midwife for *big* changes, making them appear almost seamless (which in reality they most certainly were not).

My favourite piece of carmodising from this period (did I mention this in the old comments box when "A World Without Love" came up on Popular?): Peter Asher, arch proto-Wienerite of '64, produced the Linda Ronstadt single and album which topped the US charts in the week Thatcher became Tory leader.  All the more potent because her original supporters in the mid-70s had hopes for her to do precisely the opposite of what she actually did, to *make everything normal again*, to rid us of "class traitors" such as Asher.

It's also interesting to look at the Times Digital Archive from this period: adverts (as is indeed the case from about 1959 onwards) stunningly out of sync with the stuffy old typefaces, and a slow-burning realisation that the paper as it stood, with adverts on the front page, was living on borrowed time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;swinging&#8221; and &#8220;dodgy&#8221; being the catchphrases of Norman Vaughan, then host of Sunday Night at the London Palladium, the very epicentre of the transition from the old collective working-class culture to the promise of an Americanised future, a midwife for *big* changes, making them appear almost seamless (which in reality they most certainly were not).</p>
<p>My favourite piece of carmodising from this period (did I mention this in the old comments box when &#8220;A World Without Love&#8221; came up on Popular?): Peter Asher, arch proto-Wienerite of &#8216;64, produced the Linda Ronstadt single and album which topped the US charts in the week Thatcher became Tory leader.  All the more potent because her original supporters in the mid-70s had hopes for her to do precisely the opposite of what she actually did, to *make everything normal again*, to rid us of &#8220;class traitors&#8221; such as Asher.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s also interesting to look at the Times Digital Archive from this period: adverts (as is indeed the case from about 1959 onwards) stunningly out of sync with the stuffy old typefaces, and a slow-burning realisation that the paper as it stood, with adverts on the front page, was living on borrowed time.</p>
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		<title>By: DV</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 16:09:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember when Sir Alec Douglas-Home died. The Telegraph obiturary hailed him as the last of great Prime Ministers, and mentioned that he had got a "fourth class degree" from whatever Oxbridge college he had gone to.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember when Sir Alec Douglas-Home died. The Telegraph obiturary hailed him as the last of great Prime Ministers, and mentioned that he had got a &#8220;fourth class degree&#8221; from whatever Oxbridge college he had gone to.</p>
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