BACK IN MY DAY

1975-2025: 50 YEARS OF INFLATION

We’ve all heard the yarns: ‘Back in my day we could have fish ’n chips, two pints of beer and a Mars bar and still get change from a pound.’ 

Annoying, but it’s true.

Most of us know that the official inflation figures are like a lot of statistics we receive from the government in that they’re largely made up. The ONS official ‘basket of goods’ swerves all over the place in order to make the figure seem more palatable. Thinking about it, this so called basket is more of a wonky shopping trolley that forces you down the wrong aisle. It’s supposed to include a selection of everyday goods to act as a yardstick as to how prices are shifting, but one of these ‘everyday’ products is actually a VR headset. I’m serious. Unsurprisingly, VR headsets are dropping in price so even though no one actually wants one at least they have a role in reducing the official inflation figure.

In the real world, where most of us tend to hang out, you don’t have to be a Bank of England economist, or even work in the complaints department of The Halifax, to know that your own personal inflation rate has skyrocketed in the last few years. Whether it’s baked beans, the gas bill, your home insurance, holiday flights or your road tax we are more than aware that the real rate of inflation is nearer to 36% rather than their perfectly gaslit, gerrymandered 3.6%

That’s why I thought it would be fun to go back in time fifty years and compare the prices of everyday items, in order to discover where we’re being ripped off, basically.

When I reference 1975 for some of you I may as well say 75BC as it probably sounds like ancient history and utterly irelevant. But for us oldies 1975 was the year of Jaws, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here, Elton John’s Captain Fantastic and David Bowie’s Young Americans as well as marking the end of the Vietnam war. Not a bad year.

The good news is that while inflation bumps along nudging the cost of living ever upwards at varying speeds, the difference between prices in 1975 compared to today is essentially 10x. How convenient is that? You just add a nought! (The official figure is 10.74 but let’s keep this simple). It’s so easy to do the comparison.

Let’s start with the products that have pretty much stayed on course, increasing in perfect harmony with the general cost of living, products we can trust not to rip us off, products that should get some sort of award, I reckon.

Fairy Liquid is a good example: 15p in 1975 and roughly £1.50 today. 

A bottle of decent whisky in 1975 was about £3.50, so £35 in today’s money is about right, even though more than £15 of that is tax.

And the TV licence fee has shifted in synchrony too, costing £18 in 1975 for a colour TV licence and £174.50 today. Perhaps most surprising, most of us were still watching in black and white back then.

Even wine, I was surprised to find, has stayed steady despite heavier taxes, with a bottle of decent red costing £1-1.50 in 1975 making today’s prices seem not unreasonable. However, before you rush to open a bottle in celebration it’s worth noting that on a £10 bottle of wine the tax take is £4.88.

And trusty old HP Sauce has gone from 20p to about £2 a bottle over the half century. What a trooper.

Perhaps most surprising of all is petrol. Back in ’75 it was 78p per gallon which equates to about 17p per litre. So in real terms petrol is actually cheaper today, shock horror.

Ripflation!

Then there are those everyday products which have smashed down the barriers of natural inflation, often with a sleight of hand and some clever marketing or rebranding. These are the brands that should carry a bright red RIPFLATION warning.

Andrex Toilet Tissue has shifted from 5p a roll to not far off £1 a roll. They will argue the quality and choice has increased, what with all that quilty nonsense, but their prices have doubled nonetheless.

Heinz Baked Beans is another ripflation enthusiast jumping almost 3x in real terms from 5p to £1.40 a can.

A Ford Cortina was near enough a thousand pounds in 1975. A Ford Focus today will cost you at least £30,000. That’s a threefold real terms increase. Mind you, the Focus probably doesn’t squeak around bends like its grandpa did.

The Mars bar is one of those great British barometers by which we often judge the cost of things. The problem is they’ve fiddled with it. Shrinkflation has whittled the 58 gram bar down to a skinny 51 grams. (I’m sure it was for our own good) and the cocoa solids have been reduced too. However, the price has gone from 7p in 1975 to £1 today. Of course, multipacks and offers can bring this price down but if most prices have increased by a factor of 10 since 1975, the Mars bar has increased by a factor of 16! Coca Cola is very similar with a shift from 7p to £1 which is a good 30% increase in real terms. 

A Night Out

A portion of fish and chips was 35p back in the good old days. That’s doubled in real terms. Ouch.

Meanwhile, the Big Mac which had just landed in the UK, was 45p, so it’s considerably cheaper at today’s price of (approximately) £3.

Fifty years ago a West End theatre ticket cost between £3-5 and it’s still possible to get a ticket for under £50. Just.

A cinema ticket was 60p in 1975, so today’s £6 seems pretty spot on.

An evening meal with wine would have cost between £2-3 per head in 1975, whereas today you’re looking at near enough £100 for dinner for two at a mid market Italian restaurant. Mamma Mia!

Aspiration-Inflation

Our aspirations have been particularly hard hit. A room at the Savoy could be had for a mere £20 per night back in ’75. Stay there tonight and you’ll be dropping the best part of a grand. That’s five times higher than average inflation! Wowsers.

Vogue magazine, on the other hand was 35p in the mid seventies. Today it’s still only £3.99

A knickerbocker glory at Fortnum’s Fountain Restaurant would have set you back a whopping 12.5p in 1975 believe it or not. Today it’ll cost you £16. That’s a percentage increase of 12,700%! Inflation like that sure keeps the riff-raff away. If a Mars bar had increased by the same rate it would be £8.90 today.

And for the record, a stainless steel Rolex Submariner would have set you back £200 in 1975 (£2k in today’s money). A new one will cost you the best part of £10k. I guess that’s either Ripflation or an excellent investment. Meanwhile, if you’d held onto your 1975 vintage Submariner it could well be worth £30k today.

Homeflation

It’s the big cost increases of simply having a home that’s really crushed our spending power. Average rents have gone from £28 per month to at least £2k for anything anywhere near London. Council tax, back then known as domestic rates, has risen from approximately £100 a year to £2280 on average! This reflects property prices with the cost of an average UK home soaring from £9000 to £220,000 in fifty years. Back when the water companies didn’t pump sewage into our rivers, water rates were just £15-20 a year. Today, on average, we’re being hit for at least £600-700 a year  but, in fairness, they do pay themselves generous bonuses from that.

Most shocking of all, most revealing perhaps, is the cost of a beer. A pint cost roughly 20-28p in 1975, with some parts of the country serving it for less than 20p a pint. This means that the ‘proper’ price for a pint of beer today should be somewhere around £2.50…not £7 ffs! No wonder our pubs are struggling. By comparison, the cost of a supermarket can of beer has gone from 15p to about £2, so it simply doesn’t make any sense. Unlike wine, beer has faced repeated and significant increases in excise duties well above inflation, and tax makes up a large share of the final price, especially in pubs. The UK’s tax regime has relentlessly bullied beer with escalators and above-inflation duty rises, deliberately driving up the cost for pubs and restaurants. Put simply, if you can still find a pint for a fiver, £1.50 of that is tax.

We’re clearly being disincentivised to frequent the pub. And if we lose our pubs, we lose our communities. End of.

Cheers!

A special thanks to Perplexity and Grok for much of the research.

Howard Saunders is a writer, speaker and the Retail Futurist

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  Howard Saunders   Jul 20, 2025   discount, Retail, sales, shopping, Uncategorized   Comments Off on BACK IN MY DAY   Read More

COVID CULTURE

A few blogs ago I wrote about the rise of the Mini-Tyrants who’ve been popping up at the entrances to our shops and restaurants, threatening us with their clipboards and house rules and generally making us feel like shit as we queue to give them money. But things have moved on. Far from this species being a Covid anomaly I fear, that like everything else, it’s gone viral. Hundreds of thousands of once relatively cheery shop keepers, bar staff and landlords have clearly succumbed, not to Covid the disease, but to Covid Culture, a much more insidious and pervasive virus. Judging by my day to day poll Covid Culture has an R rating of well over 4.

First signs of infection are a Cheshire cat of a grin and an obsequious tilt of the head. “We’re doing the very best we can under the circumstances…Sir.” The Sir (or Madam) is critical here. It’s a language perfected by our wonderful Police Service as a means of being extra patronising but disguised as politeness. 

As the disease develops a warm glow rushes like iodine through the bloodstream when the sufferer senses unease, pain or discomfort in others. The Schadenfreuder Glow, as it’s called, can also be triggered by talk of pain or penance to society as a whole. So lockdowns, for instance, are welcomed as a means of punishing those they believe are having too much fun, consuming too much or just living a bit too much…even though it punishes the sufferer too, of course. These are the people that not only believe the world will end in nine years (or is it eight now?) but they get a fizzy feeling in their waterworks in the knowledge that if it does it will teach us a bloody good lesson.

As I mentioned, the R rate of Covid Culture is pretty hairy. A CC carrier working in a restaurant, shop or pub, for example, will infect most of the staff within a couple of days. You can spot an infected business a mile off. The entrances are plastered with Do’s and Don’ts, warning signed and hazard taped as if the local vicar had just been bludgeoned to death on their bloody doorstep. You may only want a sliced sourdough but there’s a strict protocol to go through before you’re allowed to take that little parcel of goodness away from this crime scene.

Infected stores actually bristle with an electric charge poised to snap at you like an exposed cable should you put a foot wrong or wander too near a fellow browser. It’s retail Jim, but not as we know it.

Interestingly, the data suggests a particular character type is more prone to infection than others. Loosely described as ‘Weterosexuals’ they tend to be those smiley, smug beta males that nod over emphatically when a female is talking. Physically, they display a slight under development in the bones of both jaw and back. Colloquially known as ‘Hancocks’ they have long believed that there are just too many people on the planet and have become evangelical enthusiasts for all forms of restraint and restriction, including lockdowns, licenses, barriers, yellow tape and even boiler removal.

It’s a perfectly understandable view, I suppose. Down here, in the dirty ruts and furrows of planet earth where we are forced to witness the waste, the litter, the crowds and the hordes of pasty-faced sun-seekers burger-ing and lager-ing up at the airport, the gravity of Malthusianism has a mighty strong pull. It’s so easy to believe that other people are the problem, doing and consuming more than their fair share. Catching a glimpse of one’s own reflection helps, if only temporarily. Seems to me we need a lot more reflection these days.

But the good news is that the future will not look upon them kindly. History doesn’t congratulate those that didn’t, those that hindered and hurdled. Homo-Trepidatious may grimace at the thought but the future will be built by Doers not Don’ters: open minded entrepreneurs that take risks to create things we didn’t even know we wanted. Malthusians will be seen as the dead weights they are, the dead weights every generation carries with it. As the world opens up it should be even clearer now who are the ones we want to take into the future with us, and who should be left whinging in the wings. 

Eventually of course, the threat from Covid will abate as we learn to tiptoe gently back into the world unmasked and un-distanced. Sadly, Covid Culture will live on considerably longer despite the fact we already know the cure: courage.

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  Howard Saunders   Jul 01, 2021   Future, Retail, sales, Uncategorized   Comments Off on COVID CULTURE   Read More

THE HUMANOIDS ARE COMING!

In March 2016, at the South by Southwest festival in Austin Texas, the world was introduced to the slightly awkward Sophia, a humanoid developed by Hong Kong based Hanson Robotics. Just like any new starlet she was forced to do the rounds and subjected to a thousand inane interviews asking if she was happy, in love, hungry, looking for a partner and even who her parents are. Sophia coped pretty well considering…considering she’s not a human and was barely three months old at the time.

Most industry interrogators seemed reasonably impressed with her performance, clearly willing to put her often slow or repetitive responses down to first night nerves. In fact, she was such a hit that the following year she became a legal citizen of Saudi Arabia, a place where perhaps her shortcomings in humanity would be largely unnoticed. I’m happy to report, her career has gone from strength to strength and in November 2017 she was named the United Nations Innovation Champion, the first humanoid ever to be honoured by the UN. A glimpse of the future, perhaps?

But while Sophia was busy charming the press, the geeks back at the lab were already working on her successor. And on a recent trip to San Francisco I was privileged enough to be given a sneak preview of HMN25, (nickname: Harriet) due for release in 2025. After a long briefing and lengthy NDA signing, I was ushered into Harriet’s private room: a refrigerated, dimly lit, fishbowl. I was terrified. It was like meeting some sort of resurrected and rewired Marylyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn. The room fizzed and bleeped as men in white coats (yes, they really do all wear them) examined complex graphs on a drum kit of screens and laptops.

I leaned in for a more intimate look, transfixed by her flawless complexion. Her perfect pores even have a hint of downy hair on the curve of those cinematic cheek bones. She is incredible.

All of a sudden, her head swivelled. A spookily mellow voice echoed out ‘How can I help you?’ My heart literally stopped. I lurched backwards in shock as the white coats cackled like schoolchildren. Harriet is beyond impressive and, like most powerful women, utterly terrifying.

Developed by CAAN Enterprises in association with Alphabet Inc it’s obvious that Harriet is a huge investment. If they get it right I really do believe we’ll be bumping into her right across the planet. They’re quietly predicting a hundred thousand Harriets in stores, restaurants and banks within the first two years in the US alone.

Whereas Sophia has 62 expressions, facial recognition capabilities and machine learning tools to allow her to hold a stilted conversation about the weather, Harriet is equipped with a whole suite of the latest EI (emotional intelligence) software. Analyzing eye micro-movements, for example, enables her ‘mood awareness’ letting her know how engaged we want to be, and how she should react. Sophia was pre-programmed with a decent menu of responses that are selected by relevance. Harriet, by contrast, is able to improvise in a non-linear way to build engaging conversation…with the appropriate reactions too. I am assured she can look flattered, embarrassed, pensive, mischievous, interested and intrigued, together with some eyebrow raising irony convincing enough to out-Roger Moore, Roger Moore. I understand they also plan to program her to be gently sarcastic too. For the English market, I presume.

The bad news is when Harriet is released she will devastate the retail and hospitality industries overnight. The good news is that we already have an army of Harriets, that are programmed to do everything she does, and much more besides. They’re called humans and they are smart, funny, charming, knowledgeable and, on the whole, pretty damn cheap too.

Yes, I’m afraid everything I wrote from paragraph two onwards was a lie. There is no CAAN Enterprises and no Harriet either. It’s not a complete lie, you understand, as I do know of several companies that are working on exactly the sort of emotionally intelligent software I described.

I’m simply making the point that to be successful in retail and hospitality takes so much more than product knowledge sprinkled with politeness…even though we’d often be happy with just that! No, to be a true salesperson or brand ambassador requires charm, empathy, authenticity, enthusiasm and maybe a bit of sarcasm too. In short, humanity. And it’s these nuanced, innately human traits that are so very hard to emulate digitally.

Don’t look so worried. The future of service is absolutely safe, as long as we understand we are there to be human.

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  Howard Saunders   Apr 03, 2018   face recognition, Future, Retail, sales, technology, Uncategorized   Comments Off on THE HUMANOIDS ARE COMING!   Read More