And d'you know what... it's the sort of tales, incidents and events, that the lads here share, makes it all so real to us, who did similar things at that time in our lives
None of us really had two days ever the same. We wore different - but similar - clothes and footwear, went to a diverse variety of pubs, clubs and, in my case, even the local park(!!!), but we share (almost) a joint memory and heritage.
It's not the bonds of the military - how could it be, when folk were really in fear for their lives? - but it's a cameraderie of youth. And for this, I'm grateful. (It doesn't exist any more. As the father of a 14-year-old, I know this.)
I'd even lay odds - were I a betting man - some of us may even have 'crossed swords' at football matches, too... happy, bleedin' days.
Great memories, fellas, keep 'em coming, please.
Your comments are smack on. It’s been a pleasure finding this site a month ago. I just don’t get any opportunities to talk and reminisce the good old days of this particular era.
Unfortunately if you were not there at the time you cannot grasp the atmosphere, the smells of clothes, leather etc or the vibrant base from the speakers blasting out the old reggae tunes. I don’t think how ever hard you try to explain you just can’t project that across. Its like us trying to understand exactly how and what Teddy boys were at
I remember a London skinhead outside the Sphinx in Dreamland Margate pulling out a large switch blade to 3 of us and giving it large of what he was going to do to us. He made the cocky mistake of saying “I don’t need this to sort you lot out” and as he closed the blade we set upon him. The thing I remember is his long centre vent on his mohair jacket getting extended to his collar and one of my mates shouting “that’s a proper centre vent now”!!
Through reading and posting here it jogs the memory to re-call moments that are maybe only a few seconds long that have stuck in the old brain and hopefully will release other happenings as well