Oh the Shame!
I've always been interested in clothes and unfortunately I had damn hippy parents that allowed me to choose my clothes from a young age, freedom of expression and all that.

As a consequence between the ages of about 9 and 13 I would wear the most hideous, often home-made ensembles.

1. Aged 10 I went to school on "civvies" day in a pair of silver loafers.
That I had spray painted myself.
2. I owned a pair of truly hideous red and white tartan trousers, that I thought were absolutely fan-bloody-tastic and about 20 years too late to be in homage to the Bay City Rollers anyway. I proably had no idea who they were.
3. At about 11 I thought I was "grunge" (i didn't even know what that meant!) and took to wearing my dads jumpers. My dad is 6'7" - I must have looked like I had suddenly shrunk in my clothes. I would also team these with a rather lovely pair of John Lennon style sunglasses and it is quite possible I had a purple "Fat Willy's Surf Shack" t-shirt on underneath ridiculously oversized jumper.
4. When I was 9 my mother allowed me to wear to her 40th birthday party a frilly white Lawrence Llewelyn-Bowen style shirt, purple velvet flares and red patent shoes
5. Also aged around 11, not quite getting the whole ripped jeans fashion I would just tear holes in everything I wore. I used to look like I'd had a nasty run-in with a chainsaw.

As for music, surely a nine year old singing meatloaf isn't bad taste?
(MyrtleTheTurtle, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 17:28, Reply)