Just as every child now thinks he’s going to die of global warming, so those of us who grew up in the Seventies and Eighties all thought we were going to die of nuclear war. We knew this because trusted authorities told us so: not just the government and our teachers but even the author of Fungus the Bogeyman.

How I learned to stop worrying and love the Bomb
Nuclear terror made me the man I am. And now it’s keeping us from a pointless war with Russia

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