So here we are, then, between the Chatterley band and the Beatles’ first LP, at the very moment when sexual intercourse was invented. It wasn’t, actually, the sexiest moment in our collective history: it was a time marked by periods of what was unironically called “restraint”, and by town planners, taking their cue from the Luftwaffe, tearing the middle out of what might be called Betjeman’s Britain to create bright new city centres, streets in the sky, shopping “complexes”. The cover shot of a cloth-capped man totting a cart of domestic furniture against a backdrop of rising tower blocks in Glasgow beautifully captures the sense of displacement and in-betweenness that David Kynaston catches so well.As anyone who has read him before will know, thi