Who’s Cool?

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I wore gold brocade loons (remember them?) and a long black polo-neck with a wide leather belt resting on the hips in a very cool way, all bought in Carnaby Street.

Oh yes, we were so cool.
Took so many chances, we were lucky to survive.
When visiting my friends home town we would drink rough cider because it was so cheap, not a good drink to get drunk on, I was once horrendously ill on rum and black, and till this day, the smell makes me feel sick.
Cherrytree, purple, and that gorgeous dark wine colour sums up my party years, still love those colours, still wear purple, and still have purple decor.

The Place in Hanley was the place to be 🙂

Whitewavemark2

Oh our generation has been the coolest. Absolutely no contest.

Whitewavemark2
😁
I always wore a bra!

But I did take my high heels off when I got off the bus to walk down the road because my mother said the neighbours had said they heard me come home late 😲

Shinamae
We certainly had the best music, the best parties, the best rag balls and that was before drugs arrived on the scene.

I never managed the Cathy McGowan hair, though, mine always did its own thing. Blow drying hadn't been invented although some people got their Dads or Mums to iron their hair.

Oh yes OxfordGran and Urmstongran The Twisted Wheel and Jungfrau In Manchester. I used to go in the early 60's.
Babysham and CherryB.
False eyelashes and black eyeliner.
Short skirts and high heels.
The best music ever.
Definitely cool. So many memories

Oxfordgran the only time I went to Bredbury Hall was to pick up my teenagers in the early/mid 80’s.
I lived on Finchley Road in Fallowfield in 1967 before it became student land.
Happy days.

Yes, we were cool. DH and I went to one of the first festivals with a tie dyed tent, he was D Bf then. I had crushed velvet flares, (as has just been mentioned) and a vintage rugby shirt, which I think is still in the loft. I lived in 'the sticks' with no late transport so some risks were taken to get back from dances and parties. One night a gang of us slept in a cemetery. My parents thought I was staying at my friend Sue's and her parents thought she was at mine.

I'm glad there wasn't Facebook back then so no record of what I got up to!

I worked in Kings Road and often went straight to work from all night parties. Oh to have that stamina now!

Gales barley wine, Carlesburg special brew, corner shop draught Sherry (bring your own bottle).
Crushed velvet loons, sandals laced up your leg, spitting in block mascara to make it last longer!
Hitchhiking, goodness me, what did we get up to.
There were drugs, heroin being the worst, LSD and cannabis, I was too scared.
Edgar Broughton, Frank Zappa and Pink Floyd.
Lord knows what my children would think.

And going to see Elton John singing “Don’t Go Breaking my Heart” with Kiki Dee at the Talk of the North, introduced by the DJ Dave Lee Travis. aka The Hairy Monster.

I’m shutting up now to let other cool dudes have their turn!
🤣

Black Oxford bags with turn ups and a side button waistband for a size 18” waist. Bought from French Connection in St Anne’s Square.
Goodness, such memories now.
In my head I’m back there.

Barley Wine. I remember it well. Sends chiver’s up my arms just thinking about it. I remember Biba doing a black nail varnish.

Ha! Just remembered that nail polish brand!
It was Woltz Italiana.

All night!

70s teenager hot pants, flairs and white boots.
Purple for me, was the colour of the decade.
Purple bedroom 💜
My parents went on holiday, I painted the bathroom Purple!
Still my favourite colour, still have Purple in my bedroom although not in the walls.

Often brought the milk in after a night out.
A pub lock in or a friends 'empty' ( parents away) alright party.

Whitewavemark2

Oh our generation has been the coolest. Absolutely no contest.

Definitely no contest!!

Yes, perhaps we did OxfordGran! I lived in Stretford with my parents and sister.
Got married in 1974.
Had a mortgage (Boy I was only a baby then, just 20y!) so put away my dancing shoes.
I did love those carefree times when the getting ready and the excitement of the evening ahead held such possibility!

The black nail polish was 1970. I think I was the first ever to wear it ‘up North’.
I’d seen it in a national magazine and ‘sent off for it’ with a postal order.
The name of it escapes me but my brain is bubbling, trying to recall it. It may come to me. Wisps are swirling ...

Urmstongran

I loved Bredbury Hall OxfordGran!
I was skinny. I loved my long legs in hot pants. I was confident with my false eyelashes and black nail polish on my naturally long nails.
Biba perfume in it’s iconic yellow atomiser or Estée Lauder ‘Youth Dew’.
I could dance (and not just round a handbag!).
Pretended I liked listening to John Peel’s nonsense on Radio 1 of a Sunday evening.p, when really I preferred Northern Soul at Mr Smith’s or the Twisted Wheel in Manchester City centre.
Then the late night bus home from Piccadilly Gardens (relief when it turned up as by that time of night, things were getting a bit dodgy with some characters).

Happy Days.

Wow! we may have met at o e of the bars! this would be early 70’s
gosh
I met my husband there
unfortunately

I do nt remember black. nail polish but steak sandwiches upstairs,
hot pants! yes! thought I was the bees knees !

I lived in Fallowfield, near the Toastrack, remember the record exchange place, what was it called, happy wonderful days, worked hard, studied hard, played hard, so cool ha ha

MayBee70

I never drank cider after getting very drunk on scrumpy when I was 17! And after 19 I never drank Barley Wine. I can still feel the pain…

Gold label barley wine, at one time was in the Guinness book of records of the strongest drink, well beer.. I got a well slaughtered many times on that, there was another brand called stingo but it did not have the same kick. I also used to drink Cherry B and pony mix together….🤢..

MayBee70

I never drank cider after getting very drunk on scrumpy when I was 17! And after 19 I never drank Barley Wine. I can still feel the pain…

getting drunk on cider at 17 was a rites of passage !

I loved Bredbury Hall OxfordGran!
I was skinny. I loved my long legs in hot pants. I was confident with my false eyelashes and black nail polish on my naturally long nails.
Biba perfume in it’s iconic yellow atomiser or Estée Lauder ‘Youth Dew’.
I could dance (and not just round a handbag!).
Pretended I liked listening to John Peel’s nonsense on Radio 1 of a Sunday evening.p, when really I preferred Northern Soul at Mr Smith’s or the Twisted Wheel in Manchester City centre.
Then the late night bus home from Piccadilly Gardens (relief when it turned up as by that time of night, things were getting a bit dodgy with some characters).

Happy Days.

also… when I think of some of the things I got up to during my student days in Manchester, I would seriouslynot want my girls to know… but 50 ! years ago times were more innocent, weren’t they, I don’tremember drugs even in clubs in Manchester, Northern Soul, Twisted Wheel, Time and Place, then,
the Hacienda !

now if I knew my gd’s were off clubbing,I would have a completelydifferent perspective !
yes we were cool,

wehad Jean Shrimpton,
Marianne Faithfull,
Mini skirts
Rolling Stones
Kings Road
the.Pill
avocado pears
Germaine Greer

cool as cool

MayBee70

I never drank cider after getting very drunk on scrumpy when I was 17! And after 19 I never drank Barley Wine. I can still feel the pain…

That still leaves you with lots of choice though🙂

I never drank cider after getting very drunk on scrumpy when I was 17! And after 19 I never drank Barley Wine. I can still feel the pain…