In the eighties.
I spent a lot of time in my bedroom or my friend’s bedrooms drinking liebfraumilch and playing records, big vinyl 12” records. My music tastes began at Spandau Ballet moved through Animal Nightlife, Terence Trent D’arby and ended the 80’s with house.
I’d queue for clubs with names like Busbys and Cinderella Rockerfellas. Practising saying alternative dates of birth in the queue because we were too young to get in. Progressing to the Blue Orchid and Bibas while my drink of choice became Southern Comfort Lime and Lemonade. Week night events at the Embassy in Bond street. I was able to stay up all night and then go to work. I could spend entire Saturdays asleep having drunk too many small bottles of French lager.
I was working at the cutting edge of technology. The screen was black and the text green. Every computer hardware manufacturer had their own operating system and the aim was to learn as many as possible. We used floppy discs for storage, all neatly labeled. In this photo I am probably wearing lacy tights and have wasted most of the morning talking about that boy in accounts.
Big hair was achieved by excessive amounts of mousse. It was highly flammable and once caught light in a wine bar in Maidstone. I didn’t notice.
Misguidedly I wore orange lipstick brought from Miss Selfridges. Lovers of 80‘s make up should check out this. I did a “Squeeee” as I had those colours and I’d completely forgotten about my Mary Quant lipsticks. Crimes against fashion included; an often worn over sized red jumper. Shoulder pads in my cardi’s. Double denim with stone wash jeans, black and white striped tights.
I was young in the 80’s.
This post is for The Gallery ’80’s’ at Tara’s blog. Pop over to Sticky Fingers and check out the other entries.