I think that this was probably
one of the last outings for my lumberjack shirt. I had several of them
which
I bought in Millets or
some such place but the red one seems to have been far more popular with
me than any of the others seeing as it appears
in a number of these pictures. Oh the late 80s, oh the hair gel, was
there ever really an excuse for it? I'm glad that you can't see the
jacket in this one. I still have it in the vain hope that I might fit
into it one day. White cotton, styled like a bikers jacket but thin
and with no lining and heavy piping down the seams. I think it was
kind of fashionable
once and with the hair I was going for a Pete
Nicholls look, I even had a succession of pairs of boots
with saggy tops which you could tuck your trousers into. Wonderful footwear
and I would dearly
love another pair today. The shirt spoils it though.
The photo itself has a story. At Aston University the new students would
turn up on the Wednesday of the week before term began. This was know
as as Freshers' Week and during that week the older students would
nursemaid the Freshers, showing them round, picking them up from the
station and generally teaching them to have a disreputably good time.
Those who did the showing round were known as Aunties, the reason for
your auntie taking on the significance that she does in British society
I am sure I will go into at some point, and this was the photo that
was taken for my Auntie Pass which got me into just about anything
for free and told all the little ones that they could ask me for help
and advice. Yeah, right. These days Aston has gone all PC, even the
ardent Lefties of my time left the Aunties alone. These days everybody
is not an Auntie any more, now you have Uncles as well. Is it just
me or does an uncle have a slightly more sinister overtone? Maybe they
had never seen Tommy. Mind you I always wanted
Roger Daltry's hair. |
