30 years ago, The Freshers’ Fair felt like a seething cauldron of possibility. It was my first week at university and all the clubs, cliques and societies were vying for my attention.
But the other thing I remember – my clearest memory actually – is the huge stalls selling posters. Hundreds of cheaply printed, mass produced images of bands, movies and memes.
But of course, they weren’t really selling posters … they were selling identity, signalling and status.
And we – 18 years old – were the perfect audience.