When I was doing my research, I realized that there'd been one in Sheffield as well. I'm not sure I ever went into that one, as most of my time spent in Sheff was in the evenings, at a gig somewhere.
I do still have the cuban-heeled, black suede winkle-pickers that I bought that day of the story. Not exactly suitable footwear for Florida, but then, they weren't all that suitable for Chesterfield either, and that's why I loved them!
Just to carry on the weird coincidences, I had glandular fever too, when I was 14. Horrendous thing.
I’m sure our fashion and music gave us some kind of tribal identities that are lacking for young people today. I’m not doing the old granny thing and saying all music today is rubbish (although a lot of it is tee hee!), cos I still like some current music when I get the chance to hear it, which is not often. I really like Fontaines DC, Wetleg, that new Yungblud single, that sort of thing, etc as they remind me of that old punk/new wave scene. There just aren’t that many bands around now which is a shame.
No... I got them in X clothes, along with this amazing pair of Zoot trousers (see how I stopped myself typing 'pants' there). Very Bowieesque... I still have those too!
I love that you’ve kept them. I’ll not ask if they still fit but if they do you’re all set for the next fancy dress!
We were so lucky to have the music scene of our generation. It was so raw and new and diverse. Although I’m no fan of aging, I am glad I got lived through that. It set me up for life.
Unfortunately, I had glandular fever (mono) in my first year at college, so I was very skinny when I bought them. Before COVID, I was living near Philadelphia, and there used to be a great monthly alt-80's night called 'Sex Dwarf'. I would wear them to that and dance all night, and I'd be in absolute agony the next day!
Yes... we were so lucky. Not only was it all the things you said and more, but it was still affordable and accessible. In my college days, I'd often see bands 2 or 3 bands a week, and often the tickets would be two quid or less.
Some great nostalgia there! I had a red mohair jumper from X clothes. They had one in Sheffield too. Great piece again. Love it!
When I was doing my research, I realized that there'd been one in Sheffield as well. I'm not sure I ever went into that one, as most of my time spent in Sheff was in the evenings, at a gig somewhere.
I do still have the cuban-heeled, black suede winkle-pickers that I bought that day of the story. Not exactly suitable footwear for Florida, but then, they weren't all that suitable for Chesterfield either, and that's why I loved them!
From Rebina shoes?!? I had some gorgeous winkle picker boots from there during the brief new romantic blip!
Just to carry on the weird coincidences, I had glandular fever too, when I was 14. Horrendous thing.
I’m sure our fashion and music gave us some kind of tribal identities that are lacking for young people today. I’m not doing the old granny thing and saying all music today is rubbish (although a lot of it is tee hee!), cos I still like some current music when I get the chance to hear it, which is not often. I really like Fontaines DC, Wetleg, that new Yungblud single, that sort of thing, etc as they remind me of that old punk/new wave scene. There just aren’t that many bands around now which is a shame.
No... I got them in X clothes, along with this amazing pair of Zoot trousers (see how I stopped myself typing 'pants' there). Very Bowieesque... I still have those too!
I love that you’ve kept them. I’ll not ask if they still fit but if they do you’re all set for the next fancy dress!
We were so lucky to have the music scene of our generation. It was so raw and new and diverse. Although I’m no fan of aging, I am glad I got lived through that. It set me up for life.
Unfortunately, I had glandular fever (mono) in my first year at college, so I was very skinny when I bought them. Before COVID, I was living near Philadelphia, and there used to be a great monthly alt-80's night called 'Sex Dwarf'. I would wear them to that and dance all night, and I'd be in absolute agony the next day!
Yes... we were so lucky. Not only was it all the things you said and more, but it was still affordable and accessible. In my college days, I'd often see bands 2 or 3 bands a week, and often the tickets would be two quid or less.