Who’s Cool?

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.

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!
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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.

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!

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.

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.

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

Whitewavemark2

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

Whitewavemark2
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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.

The Place in Hanley was the place to be 🙂

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.

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.

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I used to go to a place called El Partido in Lewisham when I was in my mid teens and I see that Elton John used to play there before he was well known. Most of us were very young, can’t remember booze so much as a lot of dancing and subdued lighting. Certainly no drugs, they came out later in the late 1960s. I used to wear crop tops and flares, flat stomach and 24 inch waist in those days. Those were the days my friend, I thought they’d never end ……

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She came home at 4 am and left for work in the morning.

I used to free wheel my car down the hill behind our house so as not to wake my parents and sneak in the back door just as the milkman was rattling the bottles at the front. 😂

Oxfordgran I was in hall in Didsbury but visited halls in Fallowfield, they had better parties there! I met my DH in Manchester at uni.
We were very cool.

We knew we were very cool. It was a lovely feeling, a turning point in the evolution of young people with a distinct identity. I feel lucky to have been young and cool in the sixties.

Yes- it was a good time to be young, wasn’t it?

Very short skirts with a high white boots, see through blouses
Riding on the back of mods scooters with the long tails flying behind the back seat wearing parkas drinking babysham and cherryB and if a boy was buying then Drambuie and Benedictine or bloody Mary seeing all the famous groups at our little towns biggest hotel Bell bottoms wide belts flowery stuff
Climbing out the window to meet a guy ‘with a car’ shock horror no one had a car in our group mad sophistication

Yup I remember a birthday party we had as nurses I wore a pair of flared exotic pattern trousers I'd made myself and we played my record player for so long we burnt the motor out.
Cool,man cool.

I saved for ages for the white boots, and one year for Christmas, managed to get a fake Afghan coat, I think that must have been different years, I wore my white boots with my red PVC midi mac.
My grandchildren in their trainers and hoodies don’t know the meaning of the word cool.

I had an Afghan Sara154 ex bought it for me one Christmas, it was red and stank of goats!

Such memories. I drank vodka or gin and orange. I hate spirits now. I drank Cherry B's and tried to be cool with Campari and soda. I never achieved coolness but was tall and slim and loved clothes.
I remember going to work one day and a colleague said 'I see you've got your belt on but you forgot your skirt' my clothes were so short. Flared jeans, cheesecloth shirts, mini kilts with a large pin in the side. I had a pair of shoes that were black one side and white the other, Dusty Springfield eyes (late 60s).Heaven.

My Afghan was a fake, bought in SNOB I think, but my husband’s, just a friend at the time, was the real thing, and smelled horrible.

Sara1954

My Afghan was a fake, bought in SNOB I think, but my husband’s, just a friend at the time, was the real thing, and smelled horrible.

I had a white one in 1970 and you’re right it did not smell good!!…