1963: Fifty Years On (And On And On And On)

Today the Guardian celebrates 1963, "a year that defined the modern world and its impact on civil rights, music, sex and feminism".
Cue the obligatory Philip Larkin quotation about sexual intercourse, and photo of Christine Keeler, and a rumination on "How a political storm and a piece of verse transformed our sexual relationships forever".
But it wasn't all fun and games if you were gay, you know?
"In 1963 if you were gay, it was better to be in Prague or Budapest than in ostensibly swinging London," we're told in passing, "the Czech and Hungarian governments had decriminalised sodomy two years earlier..."
And that's about it for us - it seems homosexuality didn't begin until 1967. 
WOOT! - as no-one said back then. 
Not quite sure why they've picked today of all days, but it's always a good idea to have a few features in hand after a slow bank holiday weekend.
It's all pretty good stuff, but whilst avoiding just regurgitating the usual cliches, perhaps this series proves how 1963's real cultural significance was as a Year Zero for baby boomer nostalgia.

• And lest we forget, Max Miller - the Cheeky Chappie who was singing and joking about sexual intercourse long before 1963 - died fifty years ago today.
Some signs have just been put up on the middle bit of Madeira Drive, now re-named the Max Miller Walk.
Rather handily it starts near both Max's and Fagburn's humble abodes, and leads to The Bushes.
I like to think Max would have liked that.