I grew up in Leeds in the 70s and early 80s. Eight miles east of my home was the Vickers tank factory, the largest tank factory in Western Europe. Ten miles west was Leeds/Bradford Airport. Eight miles south was the M1/M62 junction, one of the two main north-south/east-west motorway intersections in the north/midlands, and a strategic choke-point on reinforcements arriving in Liverpool from the Atlantic and departing from Hull and Newcastle to European ports. I didn't expect to survive ...
(Then I went to university in London. Enough said.)
It's interesting how much of the art and music of the 1980s was influenced by this existential terror of sudden annihilation, and how little resonance songs like "The Final Countdown" (by Europe) or "Dancing with Tears in my Eyes" (Ultravox) and similar have for folks aged under 30.
Your description reminds me of Threads ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Threads ), which is set is nearby Sheffield. At the time (1984) the centre of much industry.
The film itself is terribly bleak, I'm glad to have not consciously lived through always worrying of nuclear war.
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I grew up in Leeds in the 70s and early 80s. Eight miles east of my home was the Vickers tank factory, the largest tank factory in Western Europe. Ten miles west was Leeds/Bradford Airport. Eight miles south was the M1/M62 junction, one of the two main north-south/east-west motorway intersections in the north/midlands, and a strategic choke-point on reinforcements arriving in Liverpool from the Atlantic and departing from Hull and Newcastle to European ports. I didn't expect to survive ...
(Then I went to university in London. Enough said.)
It's interesting how much of the art and music of the 1980s was influenced by this existential terror of sudden annihilation, and how little resonance songs like "The Final Countdown" (by Europe) or "Dancing with Tears in my Eyes" (Ultravox) and similar have for folks aged under 30.
Your description reminds me of Threads ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Threads ), which is set is nearby Sheffield. At the time (1984) the centre of much industry.
The film itself is terribly bleak, I'm glad to have not consciously lived through always worrying of nuclear war.