Mark Abley, 20 May 1982
You had a month to play with kites, a season to play with water and a night when statues of butter stood frozen on a passing street.
You had a government that banned football and mah jongh and a people who’d obey.
You had a market where the rich and their retinue could buy the fresh forbidden meat, Bing Crosby’s latest disc, silk scarves to give away.
Only 12,000 feet in the...