Memories (Child of our time cntd.)!

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Aloha/ Pam T, we did the sliced up Mars bar too!! Watching old Gene Kelly/ Doris Day/ Cary Grant(swoon) movies!

Also, first crush definitely Starskey, posters from Jackie all over my (purple) walls!

John Noakes and Shep my all time favourite presenters.

Had a ssquirmel too! Sadly squirmed its way into a cup of tea! Was never the same after that!!!

If you've no idea what I'm on about, check out the last few days on the Child of our time thread!

Thumbs up for The Smiths! There certainly IS a light that never goes out, as the song goes.

I always looked a bit too wholesome (so I was told) to be a real hard line Punk - I was more a goth, I suppose. Anyway, my multicolured hair used to make tourists stop and take photos of me - one asked in all seriousness if I was in the cast of 'Cats'.

Like ks, I lived in a squat, and in my mid twenties performed in an all-girl goth band with not a practical thought in my pretty little head. There was no way I could have coped with a baby. Twenty-something mumsnetters, I salute you!

The Smiths, they were a cheery lot weren't they. "Girlfriend in a comma oh, oh, it's serious", yes probably is!

Always liked (and still like) The Beautiful South for their strange lyrics.

Respect to tigermoth! All girl band - I'm jealous. Always wanted to be a Bangle myself.

And being photographed by tourists too! I feel my minuscule cred is boosted just by sharing the same website with you, Tigermoth I did do ballet lessons with Boy George's sister, though - and I did once serve local idol Kate Bush in Eltham Marks & Spencer. I thought she was a goddess and when I was 17 I wanted to be just like her in every respect. I still think she is one of this country's best songwriters ever.
And I might even have shared the night bus with Bettys back to SE London after a refreshing evening in the West End. I used to love the WAG, but really discovered parent-free all-night clubbing when I moved to Birmingham. Anyone else remember the New Romantic nights at Faces and the Opposite Lock in the early 80s? I was a drama student in those heady days and we used to love scaring the engineering students with our make-up and clothes.
It was a massive shock being a resident tutor in a women's hall of residence just three years later in Sheffield. All the girls wore Laura Ashley, they all had TVs and CD players in their rooms, they all wanted to get into retail management and get engaged asap, and I suspect they all thought their tutor was a tatty old drunken socialist bag lady. Margaret Thatcher had destroyed their poor young brains...

ks, loved the city (dh and I met and fell in lurve there...) and the people, and the surrounding countryside. Haddon Hall, in the rain, with every single rose in the garden in full bloom. V. romantic, even if we got there in a Green Mini Clubman called Fungus...

Going back to boy george, my dh was on a bus and BG tried to get on , but the conductor (ah now there's a memory) wouldn't let him. BG then pretended to knight the conductor by tapping him on each shoulder while uttering the phrase 'turn to s*t, turn to s*t.

Tinker, the band was fun to be in but our songs were rather more dirgeful than the bangles output. We once supported 'fascinating aida' and did lots of miners benefit gigs, as well as support slots at the fridge, the academy, dingwalls and lots of small music pubs. Ahhh memories!

tigermoth - tell us the name of the band, please!

ks, LOL too, I hadn't noticed until you pointed it out!

tinker, because I am so sure no one will remember us - we didn't exactly set the music world alight, even though we had a fun two years - I will risk revealing all on the internet and tell you our band's name. FYO it was 'drunk on cake'.

Oooh Fascinating Aida, remember them. Didn't they do that song with the lines: "and then all her clothes just fell off...and the curtains were whistling in the wind" or something? Think I have a very old book of feminist poetry with an intro by them.

ks, in my neck of the woods there was a little office and the staff actually helped squatters to squat. The operation must have been at least semi legal because the office, with its huge signs, was on a busy road.

You could ask for advice and info, though the best way was to find out was via friends of friends. Like you I never broke in myself, but relied on others. I only squatted twice - there was not much chance of being moved on so no need to up roots.

The area I lived in was riddled with twentysomething squatters due to there being lots of highly sub standard council flats going to rack and ruin, a council without the money to make them fit for proper occupation, and consequently lots of break ins. At least the squatters kept the flats warm and lived in.