Loons with inserts of whacky fabric, with a’grandad t-shirt’ worn with clogs.I do hope so!
I think my worst atrocity was ripping up the sides of my already flared jeans and letting in an insert of contrast material, with a strip round the bottom as well, to make them really flared. That would be when I first went to Uni in 1975. The following year, the trend went to narrow bottomed jeans, luckily I’d worn my flared pair out by then with near constant use.
I never had that problem with Hush puppies and Red Dr MartensLoons with inserts of whacky fabric, with a’grandad t-shirt’ worn with clogs.
I remember the agony of running in clogs and the clog sliding off and then landing with the arch of my foot half on the clog. OUCH!!!
My red kickers were also a lot safer, but they came later when I had a bit more money, along with the dungareesHere is a picture of then and now
I never had that problem with Hush puppies and Red Dr Martens
I had clogs!Loons with inserts of whacky fabric, with a’grandad t-shirt’ worn with clogs.
I remember the agony of running in clogs and the clog sliding off and then landing with the arch of my foot half on the clog. OUCH!!!
Julie-e-e-e -et, don't forge-e-e-et, the promise we made, to never be afraid .....Julie Julie - - - et.Anybody remember The Four Pennies ?
I'm pleased to announce that I am probably too young to remember them 😎🙂Anybody remember The Four Pennies ?
I remember them, but I have an elder sister, 8 years older than me, so I like to think I just started early.I'm pleased to announce that I am probably too young to remember them 😎🙂
We’re Raving.. we’re RavingI was a raver from the age of approx 15 (6 people in a mini metro driving round trying to find a party in a field before the Old Bill turned up and spolied it) - never grown out of it!
In 1979 I was a very scrawny 13 year old wannabe punk. Sid Vicious had just finally managed to kill himself and all I wanted was a mohican. Sadly mum & dad refused to let me and in time I grew out of it.