If you grew up in the 1980s, congratulations. You survived an era when parents had absolutely no idea where you were, playground equipment was apparently designed by engineers with a grudge against children, and a scraped knee was treated with the medical expertise of a bloke who’d once watched a documentary about plasters. Looking back, it’s a miracle any of us made it to adulthood. We didn’t have helicopter parents. We barely had parents who knew which suburb we were in. Here are just some…