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First single I ever bought was "Shaddup You Face" by Joe Dolce. Loved it. Played it non-stop with my mate Darren, singing away like the tragic little turds we were.

Why oh why did nobody administer upon me the severe kicking that I so clearly deserved?
(Ali Bongo 9000 Ali Bongo 9000, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:43, Reply)

so many to name
childhood is when bad taste is acceptable until you get to teens. I think that aqua and spice girls sum up my childhood. Thank god i stopped listening to that
(honourarybiscuit, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:42, Reply)

Bon Jovi
still love them.




What? its fine, i can give up when i want to.
( Clairebare Back once again with the Ill behaviour, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:36, Reply)

I bought
a Hanson single, as my first ever CD.
But it wasn't the song everyone liked at the time, it was the one after it, which makes it oh so much worse.
And I still have it on my CD rack to this day, pulsating with bad taste.
(Lord of the Beans, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:35, Reply)

When I was wee
I wilfully, and with malice aforethought, bought Shaddup You Face by Joe Dolce.

And now I have the cocking thing running around inside my head. Thanks.
(Tiny Clanger and his vibrating badger of DOOM, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:31, Reply)

Up the Gary Glitter...
The first LP I owned was "Glitter - Gary Glitter". Damn, I thought he was so cool I even made a pair of trousers out of tin foil. They lasted all of about a minute.
Given his now-public dubious sexual tastes I guess I should just be grateful that my childhood wish of meeting him in person never came true.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:26, Reply)

Not me a mate...
He likes Morrisey! Still! Even though he's old and crap!

@Fatastic German. I pity you...
(HoBag (TM) <-- Fookin' legend, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:24, Reply)

No wonder I dont keep photos.
Hair
A mullet - I grow natural ringlets, so no perm!
A blowdried centre parting came next.
Then I took up skateboarding, that club required a reverse mullet - fringe to chin (peroxided) and buzz cut elsewhere.
My hair is falling out in revenge.
Clothes
Skintight (white, blue, stonewash, grey and black) stretch jeans, huge US style basketball trainers, white socks.
Decor
Gloss black bed and wardrobe, blue walls, mint green carpet, black and white jungle print curtains, brown floral duvet cover second hand from my parents. Yes, all at once. With the reverse mullet haircut.
Music
Strangely my taste was regarded as crap at the time, but now is cool and retro. Hence Iron Maiden, Public Enemy and other great stuff on original vinyl. Ha ha all you Rick Astley fans (points at sneering sister).
(I am the infinite monkey!, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:24, Reply)

hairbad
My dad used to cut my hair (and my three brothers' hair too) in one style - bowl. After a ribbing at school I decided to make a break for it and remodelled. I went for a side parting based on Face from The A-Team.
(geetoo, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:23, Reply)

bad taste
I didn't like bros - pretentious grolsh top wearing idiots
( bilbobarneybobs I'll be 14 in b3ta years soon., Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:20, Reply)

Ooo
Skin tight bleached jeans with fluorescent pink -fade-to- luminous yellow 'Life's a Beach' slogan down one leg. Everyone took the piss out of me for them, despite me thinking they were great. Even my mum recommended not getting them but what do mum's know when you're 14?
( Mr Spleen Can do better. C-, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:18, Reply)

Red shoes.
Obviously not a childhood story, but incredibly immature - I got married in bright red shiny leather shoes, which at the time were "80s cool". Thanks to Adobe Photoshop the photos show they are now a respectable black and my photos no longer make me look like a male version of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.
It's kind of a denial / revisionist thing..."nein, nein, der shoes ver never red. It's ein Jewish shoe maker conspiracy".
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:16, Reply)

global hypercolor bad good bad good
i got bought a global hypercolor shirt for my birthday last monday :-)

am looking forward to havin' a shag in it
(the monkey conspiracy, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:16, Reply)

Bad Taste Even Whilst Working Out
. . . used to do aerobics while wearing spandex bottoms and a brightly colored thong bodysuit overtop so that my ass cheeks, encased in shiny purple fabric, looked like two giant blueberries wrestling with, and trying to escape from, an orange noose that would, with every movement, disappear a little more into my ummm......backside.
(Igneous, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:16, Reply)

Forgot to Mention. . .
When the movie "Pretty in Pink" came out with Molly Ringwald and Andrew McCarthy, I was told I looked like Molly Ringwald and was subsequently so flattered that I wore only Pink for the next five months. And I made sure to suck in my cheeks slightly and narrow my eyes so that I looked not only pouty, but disdainful of anyone not "getting" the coolness of me wearing pink.
(Igneous, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:12, Reply)

Pooooor taste
As a 5'10" 17 year-old male, my orange and black stripey leggings were in entirely poor taste and nearly got the shit kicked out of me in The Saracen's Head in Bath. I reckon I can just blame this on childhood... by the skin of my teeth.
( collapsibletank procreates, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:09, Reply)

Pastels
I owned and proudly wore, pastel yellow and pastel blue cardigans. Just after the grey pleated trousers, burgundy tanktop and white grandad shirt phase. How old does that make me. Answers on an 80s postcard ...

Oh and did I tell you about my brown leather snakeskin cowboy boots - £10 from Clarks Shoe shop ...

haha - beat this - i had a permed mullet too ... (note the nice stripey shirt)

(darfbozo, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:07, Reply)

I was born in '85, a bit too late for acid-washed pants. But I did used to listen to Godsmack.
And Rammstein. I was only fifteen. I even had a Godsmack CD...sah. I'm so embarrassed.

I sold the thing ages ago.

My "gothic" phase only lasted maybe three months? It was quickly squelched by #1. laziness. The whole gothic look, the eyeliner and all, takes too much effort. #2. Not wanting to listen to crap music and #3. Two weeks pilgramage to the homeland. Just try to be pasty white in South Florida. I showed up golden brown after the break and the other goths wanted nothing to do with me.
(fantastic german, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:06, Reply)

The Moose Is Loose
There I am, 14 years old. Wearing tight acid-washed jeans, folded over at the cuff and tucked into three pairs of brightly colored fluffy socks that exactly matched my t-shirt, sweatshirt and teal overshirt with shoulder pads. My hair was hairsprayed with aqua net into a giant claw. I am wearing more eyeliner than a transsexual dance troupe in las vegas. My bookbag is loaded up with patches that say things like "don't worry, be happy" and "have a nice day". The books inside have titles like "Less than Zero" and "Bon Jovi Lyrics". Am wearing shoe-boots with lace cut-outs (that also show off my mesmerizing sock matching). Am dating a guy named Brian (knickname: Moose). He drives a Monster Truck with no flatbed and christmas lights. He also has a mullet and likes to imitate MC Hammer for laughs, which is quite funny since he is about 275 lbs and 6'4" tall, every inch covered in black leather (with motley crue patch), iron maiden t-shirt, combat boots, super-tight wranglers. If a camera were to go back in time to that moment, you would find Brian and I arguing over the temperamental cassette player. He wants to listen to Megadeath and I want to listen to Nu-Shooz and/or Debbie Gibson.

Secretly, however, my favorite outfit was pajama bottoms and a tank top, Erasure playing on the radio, and a copy of "Dune" in my hand so I could walk around my bedroom going "the spiiiiiiiiceeeee.....the spicsssseeee".

I still love Erasure and make no apologies for that or for the length of this post.

"Hooooowww can I explaiiiiiin whennnn there are fewwww wordssss I can choooooooose......how can I explaiiinnn when words get brooo-ooohhh-ooohhhkennnnnnn" (cue mad dancing to electropop sounds)
(Igneous, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 15:00, Reply)

My name’s Scoobs and I am a bad-tastaholic
Ahh - therapy at last - but so much to cleanse and so little space. I must at least own up to the following teenage choices:
1)Grey MC Hammer-esque tracksuit trousers tucked into massive black caterpillar boots with a cheesecloth shirt and maroon waistcoat! I’m wiping away tears of shame as I write.
2) N-trance, Chumbawumba, Coolio, the Rembrants, oh good lord, someone stop me.
3) A centre parting, brown photochromatic lenses in massive gold aviator-style frames, and a Batman badge I used to wear on my jean pocket.

It’s been 6 years and 9 months since I was last a teenager and I’m taking each day at a time.
(Scoobs, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:56, Reply)

It was the 80s but there is no excuse...
Double darted black baggy trousers from Burton, flecked with glitter. Offset by light gray, sleeves-rolled-up jacket with blue sprinkles.

I'm so sorry.

Apologies for adolescent dress "sense".
( calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:55, Reply)

Wilson Phillips
Do I really *need* to say any more?
(Pandaemonium, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:52, Reply)

T'pau
I used to really fancy Carol Decker....I was 13 and confused.
I also used to wear my hair in a quiff.
(saucykipper, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:50, Reply)

Vanilla Ice
It either has to be Vanilla Ice, Ace of Base, the picture of me in the teal sweatshirt or the tapes of me singing a disney medley "swing choir"
(intelligentlettuce!, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:46, Reply)

Day-glow neon socks..
..came in green, pink and yellow.

Different colour on each foot for ultimate 'lushness'.

Oh and rolled down too, didnt wanna look like a spanner!

Edit - dammit beaten by a few seconds!
(sparkeh, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:46, Reply)

My entire childhood was a litany of appallingly bad taste...
Perhaps it's because I'm an only child and had no siblings to beat some sense into me, but before I hit puberty I had truly atrocious taste that makes me blush even thinking about it...

My favourite bands were Queen (fair enough I guess), Abba (raises eyebrow), the Pet Shop boys (raises other eyebrow), and Erasure (argh). The worrying thing is that I'm not gay and never have been, unless I took a flying leap back into the closet aged about ten or so...

A further example- When I was 6 my parents wanted to redecorate our bathroom, and asked me what colour they should go for. I wanted pink, and lots of it- the bath, the walls, the lot. God knows what it would have looked like- (this I imagine). Luckily once they stopped laughing they explained I might not appreciate this in later life and went for a rather fetching shade of green. I still get the piss taken out of me for it to this day.

Luckily I seem to have fully recovered now.

Wow, that feels better out then in. Maybe I should have posted this on grouphug instead?
( Shrub Rocketeer is a twisted emotional husk, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:43, Reply)

Luminous pink and green towelling socks
But who didn't???
( Danblez, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:42, Reply)

*Weeps*
12 years old and I had a horrible crush on Patrick Duffy...now, five years later I am grown up enough to admit it. Dont judge me.
(Arctix, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:37, Reply)

Car Stickers
During the early 90's I seem to recall EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE for about 6 weeks covered their cars in 'hilarious' stickers. As I was only about 9 at the time I didn't have my own car but my parents did and they had the side splittingly funny "Dont follow us - Were lost too!!!!!!!!" on the back windscreen.

Laugh? I nearly woke up.
(Greasy Chip Butty, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:32, Reply)

The pain...
of owning at least 3 different shell suits, crazy colour weight lifting traky bottoms and a mullett to top it all off...

My head is hung in shame ladies and gentlemen
(multipac, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:31, Reply)