Poor Francis Wheen. He was undoubtedly given an impossible brief. Compiling a book to accompany a television series is rarely an exercise designed to stimulate creative thinking. When the series in question is fundamentally flawed the result is, unsurprisingly, mediocre. The Sixties looks and reads like a giant colour supplement, though mercifully without the ads. Pearce Marchbank’s design is pleasing; the photographs are well chosen; there is an over-concentration on the form rather than the content. It is not that Wheen has not done his homework. The problem lies in the TV series rather than in the book.