tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post2150227090199542510..comments2024-03-27T11:18:59.924+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: Tee heeChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-34079702172183588202013-04-28T14:34:58.145+01:002013-04-28T14:34:58.145+01:00(and thanks for popping by!)(and thanks for popping by!)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-60858763321656201682013-04-28T10:50:03.650+01:002013-04-28T10:50:03.650+01:00Nice...Nice...Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-91127769930573010862013-04-28T08:29:56.745+01:002013-04-28T08:29:56.745+01:00The most memorable abuse I recall from that period...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'History is Made at Nighthttp://history-is-made-at-night-blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-84070737522458405832013-04-10T10:16:25.046+01:002013-04-10T10:16:25.046+01:00I miss them too. Oh how we suffered unknowingly f...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!)<br /><br />It was fun, wasn't it? I'm so glad we did it.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-58639744832702214362013-04-10T09:35:57.450+01:002013-04-10T09:35:57.450+01:00Trés Fuzzbox (early days, natch)!
I miss those l...Trés Fuzzbox (early days, natch)! <br /><br />I miss those looks. For all their polish, today's young women all seem to look like they were made in the same factory. Kolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-4054347989511463012013-04-03T19:11:11.524+01:002013-04-03T19:11:11.524+01:00But the point is: you went to an early Clash gig!
...But the point is: you went to an early Clash gig!<br />For that we can conveniently forget the flares and the bloody 'tache I reckon :-)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-19139800025911840202013-04-03T17:54:48.040+01:002013-04-03T17:54:48.040+01:00Jacket (with rotating badge selection) and straigh...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!The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-31176368759231250412013-04-03T09:50:00.240+01:002013-04-03T09:50:00.240+01:00Indeed. Fifty shades of brown...Indeed. Fifty shades of brown...Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-69067909018212636182013-04-02T22:58:10.852+01:002013-04-02T22:58:10.852+01:00Well...they had to be brown didn't they? I tho...Well...they had to be brown didn't they? I thought everything was brown at yer place back then.e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-62492806816424582882013-03-31T12:12:41.544+01:002013-03-31T12:12:41.544+01:00I guessed you would have :-)
Safety pins and skinn...I guessed you would have :-)<br />Safety 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!) <br /><br />I had major problems at my school... but that's another story!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-33455982668321391212013-03-31T10:31:59.255+01:002013-03-31T10:31:59.255+01:00Oh blimey. had to convert very quickly to straight...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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-83416487047483225142013-03-31T10:23:01.052+01:002013-03-31T10:23:01.052+01:00Haha, the bin liner was always worth a try!
I rea...Haha, the bin liner was always worth a try! <br />I 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! <br /><br />(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!)<br /><br />Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-37001374953605028982013-03-31T09:29:22.430+01:002013-03-31T09:29:22.430+01:00Hats off to anyone who actually made an effort to ...Hats 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? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-50537804117123822892013-03-29T08:58:37.806+00:002013-03-29T08:58:37.806+00:00Those boots would have been so much better in blac...Those boots would have been so much better in black or purple, though...<br /><br />At 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!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-71728789122403374852013-03-29T01:09:24.069+00:002013-03-29T01:09:24.069+00:00I like the boots...they're sharp.
I never re...I like the boots...they're sharp. <br /><br />I never really cottoned on to doc martens at the end of a lady's legs. e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-33536271998212764292013-03-28T21:21:17.225+00:002013-03-28T21:21:17.225+00:00Unfortunately no! (Tho' I did have a pair once...Unfortunately 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?!)<br />Those brown boots here were awful, but they were secondhand and at least they fitted (I think).Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-61336444591698885632013-03-28T19:36:51.554+00:002013-03-28T19:36:51.554+00:00No DM's?No DM's?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-72139447065507636862013-03-28T18:30:54.209+00:002013-03-28T18:30:54.209+00:00And I bet those kids loved you, e.f., just as I...And I bet those kids loved you, e.f., just as I'm sure my friends and I would have (as our young acolyte!)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-62061621480337921682013-03-28T13:00:45.102+00:002013-03-28T13:00:45.102+00:00I was completely in awe of kids like you when I st...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.e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.com