Oh the shame…
13-ish: Always buying shoes with really thick soles because I thought John Travolta was cool ( Which he was in “ Pulp Fiction “. The same could not be said of his role in “ Grease “, which I was trying to emulate. ).

15-ish: Phoning my mum up, telling her I was not going into school and I was coming back home because I’d put too much patchouli oil on.

16: Skin tight black canvas jeans, white cowboy boots and a Motorhead England
T-shirt.

16: Being told to take off my leather jacket for my class photo at school. Unfortunately I was wearing a “ Girlschool “ T-shirt. I went to an all boys school.
Apparently there were a lot of upset dads who wanted to batter me to a pulp when they were printed.

17-ish: Flat cap ala AC/DC’s Brian Johnson and Legging ankle warmers ala Fame…at the same time. Also in the same year, a wine coloured velvet jacket with a plush snoopy toy in the top pocket, whilst wearing my girlfriend’s gipsy top…oh the shame.

Eyeliner !

If you have long hair DON’T let either female friends or girlfriends who are hairdressers practice on you. One styled my beautiful long locks into something resembling a WWII German helmet. The other, once it had grown back, gave me mullet !

And finally. Not exactly first records but… buying a single by Olivia Newton John and one by the Sex Pistols at the same time. The bloke at the record shop was good enough not to piss himself laughing.
(brucekitty, Sun 12 Dec 2004, 14:39, Reply)