The 80's spawned many of the bands that I still worship to this day, it clearly is my favourite era, the time of my youth, good looks and (gasp) even a full head of hair.
But it wasn't all perfect, this was also the height of Thatcher's Britain, record unemployment and musical horrors such as Wham, Duran Duran and Kaja-fucking-googoo.
Fronted by skunk haired tosser Limahl they were truly an abomination clearly aimed at cloth eared 14 year old girls.
Anyway, one New Year's Day in 82 or 83 me and a small group of my scally mates were down early one morning in Manchester City Centre with the intention of "liberating" various items of clothing from our fine retail outlets during the January sales.
We were wandering around the deserted area's around Kendall's and Debenham's waiting for them to open, I think the plan was to relieve them of a few Lyle and Scott, Pringle jumpers, Jeans or Adidas trackie bottoms.
Suddenly a big tour bus pulls up at a red light about 20 yards in front of our mini mob. The bus was covered in graffiti messages of love obviously written by teenage girls (I hope), stuff such as "I love you Limahl" and "Marry me Nick" were scribbled all over it.
We looked up in horror and to see that big goon Nick Beggs with his dodgy haircut waving at us and giving us the thumbs up, while sporting a big cheesy grin.
Obviously the situation was well out of order and clearly needed to be fucking sorted out!!!!
I can't remember exactly which one of our group it was, but somebody chucked a litter bin at the tour bus, it bounced off the window spewing beer cans, bottles and take-away wrappings everywhere.
"It's fucking Kajagoogoo, let's do 'em"
"Fuck off you mop headed twat"
The smile had by now been firmly wiped off Nick Beggs' face and Limahl and the rest of the band were screaming and gesturing at the driver to get out of there pretty sharpish as we chased them down the street throwing whatever we could get our hands on at the bus and as fast as our Forest Hills could carry us.
We gave chase for a couple of hundred yards but couldn't keep up with their lead footed driver. So after our futile race was over we congratulated each other and got back to the business of our shopping trip where we certainly weren't too shy to unite and take over while keeping up with the latest casual fashions using our Langley members only five fingered discount card.
But it wasn't all perfect, this was also the height of Thatcher's Britain, record unemployment and musical horrors such as Wham, Duran Duran and Kaja-fucking-googoo.
Fronted by skunk haired tosser Limahl they were truly an abomination clearly aimed at cloth eared 14 year old girls.
Anyway, one New Year's Day in 82 or 83 me and a small group of my scally mates were down early one morning in Manchester City Centre with the intention of "liberating" various items of clothing from our fine retail outlets during the January sales.
We were wandering around the deserted area's around Kendall's and Debenham's waiting for them to open, I think the plan was to relieve them of a few Lyle and Scott, Pringle jumpers, Jeans or Adidas trackie bottoms.
Suddenly a big tour bus pulls up at a red light about 20 yards in front of our mini mob. The bus was covered in graffiti messages of love obviously written by teenage girls (I hope), stuff such as "I love you Limahl" and "Marry me Nick" were scribbled all over it.
We looked up in horror and to see that big goon Nick Beggs with his dodgy haircut waving at us and giving us the thumbs up, while sporting a big cheesy grin.
Obviously the situation was well out of order and clearly needed to be fucking sorted out!!!!
I can't remember exactly which one of our group it was, but somebody chucked a litter bin at the tour bus, it bounced off the window spewing beer cans, bottles and take-away wrappings everywhere.
"It's fucking Kajagoogoo, let's do 'em"
"Fuck off you mop headed twat"
The smile had by now been firmly wiped off Nick Beggs' face and Limahl and the rest of the band were screaming and gesturing at the driver to get out of there pretty sharpish as we chased them down the street throwing whatever we could get our hands on at the bus and as fast as our Forest Hills could carry us.
We gave chase for a couple of hundred yards but couldn't keep up with their lead footed driver. So after our futile race was over we congratulated each other and got back to the business of our shopping trip where we certainly weren't too shy to unite and take over while keeping up with the latest casual fashions using our Langley members only five fingered discount card.
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