As Frank Skinner once said to Sophie-Ellis Bextor, why the wide face?
This passport appeared in a crate of books yesterday, belonging to a man who worked as a "Sales Exec" - a job description that probably used to be even more ambiguous than it is today ("Yeah mate, I'm in the import-export game, if you get my meanin'").
Only in the 1970s could a suit look so scuffy, but nevertheless this man would have been a style icon for boys of my generation, who thought that when they grew up they'd have long hair, pull birds and drive a Cortina.
I didn't become an adult until the 1980s, by which time punk had put paid to the wide lapels, long sideburns and kipper ties. I felt cheated.
As for "birds", I read The Female Eunuch when I was 17 and was horrified to learn that the seemingly foolproof chat-up lines in The Sweeney were actually offensive to many women. From then on, I vowed to never treat a woman as a sex object.
I spent the next few years at parties watching women go off with men who'd seduced them with quotes from The Sweeney ("Get yer coat luv, you've pulled") while I travelled home alone on the night bus.
Thanks a million, Germaine Greer.