Bob the Badger
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I think I've said all this before, but in '68 in S E London the term 'skinhead' was a term of abuse. It's what the greasers used to call us. If you called someone 'skinhead' you were asking for a frown at best and a knuckle sandwich at worst. 'Up North' the term 'mod' was still in use, but when I got to S E London I got weird looks from people when I used that word. I asked "What do you call yourselves, then?" and got the reply "Nothing really. 'Totters' maybe." (I first had this conversation in the Wimpy Bar in Bromley, N Kent). I also remember one bloke in a pub singing the words "I'm a lonely little Totter in a Greaser pub..." (to the tune of 'I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch') but I think he made it up on the spot.
Yes, the transition was hardly noticeable. It wasn't like we woke up one morning and said, "Let's all change our shirts for Ben Shermans, our monkey jackets for Harringtons, and our shoes for brogues from the Squire Shop, and start calling ourselves Skinheads." Items of clothing simply started coming into fashion and were worn with what we already had. I bought Bens because I liked button-down shirts; I bought a Harrington because it looked smart, and so on.
I think one of the things I enjoyed most about that era was going into the West Indian record shop in Deptford on Saturdays, where the black manager used to spin records for us and I'd maybe buy a couple.
In East London/Essex borders I remember first being called a skinhead, as we stood on a street corner (amazing I can remember exactly where it was), in summer '68 by a group of motor bike boys as they rode by. We took it as an insult and I never really liked the term then. We didn't call ourselves anything.I suppose it became a sort of shorthand for who we were.. I recognise all of the above except our shop for the West indian music was a small electrical shop between Petticoat lane and the way to Brick Lane. We used to stand outside listening to the latest imports on a Sunday morning. I never really liked the term suedeheads either.