Don’t forget the espadrilles.
Lemmy, Bruce Dickinson, Eddie Kid, Evil Knievel - you must have been frequenting gay barsNot round here. you'd be walking very gingerly if you'd turned up at the local with tassels.
Brighton also?Not where I lived. The only tassels I saw in the '80's were round the top of purple cowboy boots worn by middle aged women on Saturday nights in the village social club. They invariably lived in tied farm cottages or council houses. They would put Chrystal Chandelier on the juke box and sit there fortifying themselves with half a lager and lime and a bag of cheese and onion crisps with a pickled egg in it. They would have umpteen kids. The boys looked like crowd extras from the film Deliverance; the girls would all be pregnant by the age of 15. They were always married to a fat man with muttonchop whiskers who worked as the dairyman on a local farm, dressed like Elvis and enjoyed country and western music and banger racing.
Not really my definition of "cool". Then or now..
Brighton also
Are you all from bloody BrightonDon’t forget the espadrilles.
Don’t forget Leather TuscaderoLemmy, Bruce Dickinson, Eddie Kid, Evil Knievel - you must have been frequenting gay barswhere were you, Brighton
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Brighton Unhinged Gimmerlet againDon’t forget Leather Tuscadero
Went there once. Couldn't park, went straight home.
Doubt it, it’s a long way from Brighton