My oh so cool box jacet
Matching tie and scarf
Pod shoes
and to top it all my mullet with a body perm to give big hair,, blonde streaks at the front.
Thinking I was the dogs doo daas looking oh so cool with my gold ID bracelet.
looked back at a picture and thought oh my god did I really go out like that
Good thread
I was already a wife and mother by the mid 70s (stupid bugger)
bet my poodle perm was bigger than yours sweeny
highlight of my 80s was getting into university with 3 pathetic O-levels, no A-levels and becoming a student age 30...there started the best 3 years of my life.....and a i got a full grant & no fees. Bloody brilliant
ooooh and my red Fiesta XR2
I would imagine your perm was bigger than mine, I never braved the curly perm,, mine just gave hair more volume all very Spandau ballet.
One occasion it was over processed as went to back of salon for a coffee and a ciggie or 2 went a bit frizzy..
Passing my car test & my first wheels - Hillman Hunter GLS with a Holbey engine and twin, twin choke webber carbs....roar, what a great big wolf in sheeps clothing...I needed a cushion to see over the steering wheel. Triumph GT6....burble, burble, burble, 2 litre Ford capri (co-ordinated very nicely with the poodle perm).
No speed cameras on the M6, no traffic on the M6....ooh the fun I had
The Eighties?? Mmmmm that's marriage,kids,mortgage,long hours,running the 350b nearly into the ground cos it was cheap n' cheerful to run but still went like s*** off a stick! Still had loads o'fun and perverted the next generation onto "horrible smelly,noisy,dirty motorbikes!!"
Starting to visit night clubs
Starting to drink
White Stilettos (still in the loft)
Being a size 8
Billy Ocean
Men wearing blazers with the sleeves rolled up and trying to look like Crocket and Tubbs from Miami Vice
Really really really bad fake tan
Men wearing as much gold as possible so they looked like BA off the ATeam
Women trying to look like Dallas and Dynasty wannabees
Money for nothing, beer being cheap,
Large crowds at the TT, shit summers because of St Helens blowing (volcano that is, not the town)
how did we miss the argies sailing up past Ireland to invade thoose islands!!!!!
Falklands and where abouts they were on the map!
and working to hard to remember
Leaving school, getting my first job and attending college. Losing something I could never get back . Passing my driving test having kangaroo-jumped down the road. Getting married (really young ok!) Salt and peppered hair. Being embarrassed that my neighbour was Bobby G from Bucks Fizz Watching Black Sabbath rehearse Going abroad for the first time Thinking Suggs was gorgeous (I'd just moved on from Adam Ant so this WAS an improvement ok!). Buying my first AC/DC album.
Acid parties . Magic mushroom parties , speed parties. Racing to catch the ferry to France , stoned off my cross , 60mph feeling like 60 thousand mph. Pretty much the same as the 70's but a different wife on the back. The 90's was like that too, different wife again.
By the nought's I'd realised that I couldn't keep getting married and divorced every decade.
I thought about my past , looking for a clue as to what I could have done differently to save all the heartache. Like a ''bolt from the blue'' I had an epiphany, It was so obvious , so simple. "you can't get divorced if you don't get married'' BRILLIANT Party on dude Dusty x
Britain being a much more free place. Coppers with a sense of proportion. No speed cameras. LSD / grass / booze . GnR first materializing. My first big bike - KZ1000H. Female foreign exchange students staying in our home (cheers mum). Being dragged to bed by an Italian girl (see above) and repeat with girls from all over Europe. Not having any worries or responsibilities.