The Darling Crepes of May

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My turn......

Queen I too remember being very fashionable and very very cool (well I thought I was, as you do when so very young).

Lol QQ I remember similar in small French rural villages, where the locals spoke old French and talked in millions of Francs and my pink hair becoming an object of anxiety. Me and my two male gay friends were pretty much run out of town. I think we were All in dungarees( circa1984)
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How funny Crem. 1984 was the year of my scandalising Florence with my haircut.

We were working on being this

We were also in Florence that year( inter-railing) QQ ! 1 month , no contact with home and £5 a day to live on including campsite. Dd would have a fit . My mother counsnt wait to see the back of me

It would be very sad, though, if we'd all spent those years looking safe, respectable and middle-aged before our time.

Ds1 back from his first AS exam. It was "fine" apparently, "really quite easy and easier than last year's paper" Phew! I won't say what subject as it's such a minority interest it might out me / him but will say that what pleased him most was that the unseen translation involved knowing the word "concubine / sex slave".

The knowledge our youngsters have never ceases to amaze me QQ
Dd quoted Chomsky at me the other day
Meanwhile in 1984...

I'm sniggering at the idea of Crem scaring the locals dressed as The Thompson Twins. QQ now I want to see the shaved sides on FB. I was obviously boringly conventional and was not chased out of any small villages whilst interrailing.

QQ, . I know what you mean [taps nose].

Forgot to text DD when she would have had lunchtime and no reply ATM - am praying it went OK.

Herbs, I too had a skintight black lycra catsuit in about 1990. I wish I had some photos of me in it - so I could reminisce about being young and very slim!

Have any of you been to see "Love Punch"... terrible reviews on "Rotten Tomatoes' but I loved it...so much so that my lovely man took me to see it twice. I love Emma Thompson. Pierce Brosnan is "ok" but bot chunky enough for me

I like the jumpsuit, looks tres chic and comfy. The playsuit not so much... Dh wore dungarees a lot in the 80s, it was his signature look. His signature look is now cycling lycra, I'm not sure which era I'm more embarrassed about.

Stropps, I would add my now unnecessary voice to the rest of the Crepeys and urge you to keep connecting with a broader life as you have so much to offer. As someone who would be more than happy to potter about her own house for the rest of her days, I can say that a life lived both at home and out in the big wide world is infinitely preferable and makes coming home all the sweeter. Hope all the positive suggestions bear fruit.

I was young but never slim, as I image Pirate will attest from those days.

Wilbur

Mr Inferior was a slip of a lad in those days, going by photographs, but I still feel dungarees would have been a Bad Idea. These days, being of what you might call a Traditional Build for a Bengali chap, they would be a Really Bad Idea.

Wilbur, I can't imagine my DH in dungarees Anyway, I don't think they reached as far as New Zealand!

My DH would never have worn overalls as a fashion statement. He comes from a Welsh Farming background and jeans and shirts with jumpers were the fashion here and smart trousers and shirt for evening.

I had, very briefly, a lovely pair of white painters' overalls which I painted ALL OVER with various designs and colours of a lefty nature, which some bastard nicked out of the St John's College washing machines back in 1984 and I have never forgiven.

please dig out That Photo MI : it is so 'de son epoque'

Crikey Bob, a day or so away from the thread and so much has been discussed.

Strops - you've had some amazing advice, as ever. I can add no more, apart from to say how much I love reading your posts, so please stick around, even if it's to entertain me!

So delighted that the weather has at last warmed up (although I cast aside my tights a good few weeks ago, as our office is like The Tropics. Bare legs and sandals today). We have our village May Pageant on Saturday, with a big procession which goes past our house, and it's a lovely atmosphere in the village if the weather is decent (I presume it happened in your day, QQ?).

I'm trying to think about DH's youthful wardrobe transgressions......I only met him 20 years ago, so to be honest his wardrobe hasn't changed significantly (although there was a waistcoat that used to come out on special occasions - think swirly red and yellow Axminster in garment form). But I do have a photo of him in his early 20s wearing pale grey pleat-front trousers, a lemon yellow sweater, white slip-on shoes and enormous glasses.

Like the jumpsuit QQ, v nice. I'm like MI tho with Cos; I like them but they really don't like me. slink out of there unhappy and discomfited.

I also had dungarees (DMR-related) and an all-in-one vaguely piratical outfit (black with multicoloured sashy thing round middle) AND while wearing head to toe black wiht my then bf was virtually hissed out of small Italian town in the middle of nowhere (fear they might have thought we were fascists though which is less fun). My DH and friends, mind you, wore dresses and stuff when they went out. Proper outrageous unlike me who was Miss Selfridge outrageous

Jumpsuits, dungarees and all in ones though surely impractical for easy weeing?

I had dungarees, but they were workmen's xxxxl with very rolled up legs. As I had body image issues, I almost always made a point of dressing in clothes several sizes too big. Wore the dungarees with lunatic rainbow socks, a luminous green t-shirt and even went to work in a posh wine shop (where most of the other staff were glossy sloanes) dressed like that. It didn't go down awfully well. Otherwise, I went through a long Greek Widow phase where I shuffled about sadly in giant black sacks. Whilst sporting an enormous Keeganesque blonde mullet. Although I also remember a red, white and black mullet at one stage. (oh dear)

I have one v. funny photo of dh in his much younger years looking like an advert for Man at C&A. I don't want to think too much about what he would look like in dungarees. The vision is just too ... traumatising.

This morning, I was mainly invigilating dd. However, there were 350 students in the same room, all doing Chemistry GCSE, so I just stayed away from her row and she was too busy to notice me (much).

I am busy overhauling my CV.

How did your DD find it, Stropps - was it AQA C2 and 3?
DD came home in a right state saying she has failed. This was compounded by her apple headphones "breaking" (only one side working) plus they had lessons all afternoon and Thursdays are a late finish. I administered soothing hugs and managed to cheer her up a bit and get some food down her. She is now on the sofa watching Hollyoaks, babysitting at 8. Phew.

DD2 was pretty chilled about her three papers today; I'm pleased the school played them down, to be honest. She did do Level 6 Maths; about 8 of them were put forward, but they weren't told until today to avoid any worrying.

Yes, AQA Higher C2 and C3. Dd said that C2 was fine, but C3 was a bit of a disaster, however she is being remarkably upbeat and philosophical about it. It did help that I was able to tell her that from what I could see lots of very able people were struggling with C3. She is now very twitchy about German on Monday, though, because apparently Spanish was a lot more difficult than anyone was expecting and even the "dead cert" A people came out in a complete state.

Dd had Theology and Ethics paper 1 this afternoon. She has a blister on her finger from writing 10 pages in 1.5 hours.