It would be ace don't you think, between a world war and the beginning of the 'counter culture', part mixed with austerity and the nascent sound of 'rock and roll'? It would be ace, unless you live in Elephant & Castle and didn't want to be a Teddy Boy, but then you could go up to Soho and get off your face on cheap speed whilst listening to some Jazz in a Compton Street basement club til 5 in the morning.
Maybe that's just me then. Of course I'd have to blame Anthony Eden for everything whilst smoking heavily on the top deck of a Routemaster. Fantastic.