(Something from the archives!)
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!”
“Punk Rocker!”
“Who’s your hairdresser, love? I’ll have a word with ‘em…”
“Just had an electric shock?”
“Johnny Rotten!”
“Punky monkey!” (?)
(those were the polite comments)
I was completely in awe of kids like you when I started going to record shops. I'd eavesdrop on your conversations about music and be bitterly disappointed if y'all weren't in the store.
ReplyDeleteAnd I bet those kids loved you, e.f., just as I'm sure my friends and I would have (as our young acolyte!)
DeleteNo DM's?
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately no! (Tho' I did have a pair once, only they were about 3 sizes too big and my mum said I looked liked Dick Emery's dippy bovver boy character in them, if you remember him?!)
DeleteThose brown boots here were awful, but they were secondhand and at least they fitted (I think).
I like the boots...they're sharp.
DeleteI never really cottoned on to doc martens at the end of a lady's legs.
Those boots would have been so much better in black or purple, though...
DeleteAt one time I think I just wanted to be a boy in make-up and DMs fitted the bill! You can get some nice fancy ones nowadays at least, but I'll just stick with my creepers!
Well...they had to be brown didn't they? I thought everything was brown at yer place back then.
DeleteIndeed. Fifty shades of brown...
DeleteHats off to anyone who actually made an effort to go the whole hog with the punk look. I copped out and just bought the records. How about a bin bag for evening wear?
ReplyDeleteHaha, the bin liner was always worth a try!
DeleteI realise how posey it all looked now, but I sometimes wonder how on earth we had the guts, especially in my small town where there were so few others who did (especially females). All that ridicule and abuse seemed like a compliment! - But I just couldn't begin to deal with that now!
(Did you perhaps wear straight-legged jeans, or a badge or two on your lapel? - even that was enough of a statement about liking punk it seemed!)
Oh blimey. had to convert very quickly to straight-legged jeans/trousers and the badges were compulsory. I used to get it in the neck from all my teachers for my Sex Pistols badge. I did, just once, go to school in a charity shop jacket covered in safety pins and the skinniest orange jeans ever but that was a mere one off and nobody even said much. Uh? We were trying to get our 'punk band' off the ground at the time and I expect the staff just thought, ooh, it'll blow over...just ignore him'. Good thinking.
DeleteI guessed you would have :-)
DeleteSafety pins and skinny orange jeans were pretty outrageous for the time as I recall; your teachers sound very tolerant (and quite sensible really, I think!)
I had major problems at my school... but that's another story!
Jacket (with rotating badge selection) and straight jeans was about as far as I went as well and even those sartorial amendments (good name for a band methinks) came a bit late in the day! I think I may have fessed up to you some time ago that I attended my first Clash gig in flares and wearing a bloody 'tache - oh the embarrassment!
ReplyDeleteBut the point is: you went to an early Clash gig!
DeleteFor that we can conveniently forget the flares and the bloody 'tache I reckon :-)
Trés Fuzzbox (early days, natch)!
ReplyDeleteI miss those looks. For all their polish, today's young women all seem to look like they were made in the same factory.
I miss them too. Oh how we suffered unknowingly for the liberation of future teenage girls - and what have they done with it? (Oops, seems I'm back on the 1920s theme!)
DeleteIt was fun, wasn't it? I'm so glad we did it.
The most memorable abuse I recall from that period was walking along the road in Luton with my then girlfriend with a similar look to you there, with her hair dyed pink. A builder shouted out 'must be like f*cking a candy floss'
ReplyDeleteNice...
Delete(and thanks for popping by!)
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