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Welcome to the real seventies, where the hair is shaved, the music is funky and the football is violent. Chris Brown was right there in the thick of the action. With his regulation haircut, clip on braces, shrunk Levis and bovver boots, he had the look every self-respecting bovver boy could not be seen without. This is the most amazing story of the most maligned decade in British history. It tells of adrenaline-packed Saturday outings, Tonik suits, aggro on the terraces, funk on the dancefloor and Johnny Rotten inside your head.

I've always been able to separate feelings from chemosignals. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocin-and bam-you're in love. And when egg meets sperm, you're pregnant. I couldn't even be surprised as I stared down at the little blue plus sign-because I knew exactly when and how and with whom it happened. The upside? I don't have to go looking for a suitable mate. Genetically, he's the cream of the crop. His musculature is a study in symmetry and strength; his height, imposing and dominant. He is a man who thrives on control and command, a man who survives on intelligence and resourcefulness-a perfect male specimen. And the whole package is wrapped up in a flawlessly tailored suit. I'm having this baby, and he insists we're well-suited to have it together. And what's worse? He wants more, in the way of love and marriage. But love isn't real. It's just a product of chemistry. If he changes my mind about that, we're both in trouble.