The seventies was probably one of my most action packed decades, school was more or less over for me in 1970 and my working life had begun. In retrospect. I'd kind of reached the age of being able to do stuff, although a bit too young at 17 for the Isle of Wight concert of 1970, I did make up for it by going to many others. It was a time when I saw many of my favourite bands and artists which would include The Who, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Roxy Music, The Faces, Bowie, Elton John off the top of my head. The band I really wanted to see when they came over to London was The Doors, but it wasn't to be. I wouldn't say Jim Morrison was a pin up, I'd moved on from those days, but he was a bit of a heart throb in a "mad, bad and dangerous to know" sort of a way, I still love "Riders on the Storm" to this day. I certainly can't imagine swooning over Cliff Richard and Donny Osmond good grief! My seventies guy would have been Al Pacino who I adored in The Godfathers he was my ultimate Italian man .
I was working up in London by the early 70s embracing all that had to offer, I was able to afford Biba by then and loved the few pieces I had from there including, dusky pink suede, over the knee boots and a couple of dresses in muted colours, very long cuffs with lots of tiny buttons. I remember having very flared trousers, platforms and blazer type jackets at the beginning of the 70s moving on to baggy leather, slouchy boots a few years later, with longer skirts, funny because I saw a pair just like the ones I had in a magazine recently, everything comes back eventually! Lots of different hairstyles, both long and briefly short and some varying colours too.
1973 my boyfriend and I took that summer to go round Europe, he, having finished his final exams, he took off to see his family in Germany, he was English born with German parents. He tried to persuade me to come with him, but I couldn't get that long off work, but did manage to wangle a month which to the annoyance of my boss turned into 6 weeks! As my train pulled out of London, Victoria I didn't wonder quite what I would do if said boyfriend hadn't been in the Rome terminal to meet me, but he was which is just as well as I didn't have a plan B. We spent the summer in much of Italy, France and Switzerland before the money ran out and I had to go home and explain myself to my irate boss who was simultaneously annoyed but grudgingly admiring of all the places we'd been to.
By '76 I'd met my husband to be, and moved into a different sphere altogether which included buying a house, an actual house! as opposed to renting a flat in a not very salubrious part of south east London we'd moved a few miles down the road to Surrey, courtesy of a favourable 3% mortgage husband had with the American bank he was employed with, we got a car and I passed my driving test. These were serious grown up years which included mooning over and eventually buying white goods, talking about interest rates over dinner with friends. The music scene at the time was very much Johnny Rotten and The Sex Pistols which kind of passed me by.
Towards the end of the decade, we married and when we came back from a honeymoon in Spain, Elvis had died, although I wasn't appreciative of him then, only long after his death did I realise what a great voice he had.
The end of the decade and the beginning of the 80s, we had a stint in Australia, having got our visas and husband having secured a transfer with his employers, but decided against a life there.