The 90s are back! Yes, again. It takes at least three revivals before the final traces of the confusing, noisy mélange that characterises present-day reality is filtered out, and we are left with the true essence of an era. This process boiled the hoary old 80s down from its original state (a tediously complex mess of contradictions which accurately reflected the experience of anyone who was there) until all that remained was a go-to psychological montage of a man on a trading floor shouting into a giant mobile phone intercut with some stock footage of Pepsi & Shirlie wearing ra-ra skirts.
If I asked you to think about the 80s for a moment, some variation on that sequence is probably among the first search results your grey matter would return. It's immaterial that neither of us is likely to have ever been on a trading floor or enjoyed a poolside piña colada with Wham's backing vocalists.