April 18, 2020
I became a teenager in 1979 and my passage to manhood was marked by switching my weekly comic subscription from Beano to The Crunch while still deciding if the world was better served by Match or Shoot magazines. Almost passing unnoticed to the young Miller, punk rock moved aside to make way for post-punk and new wave. Nobody knew what that meant then and nobody knows now. As happens most Januaries, the year started in winter. But 1979 started with a winter of discontent.