My memories of being a teenager are all good apart from us girls being obsessed with getting rid of spots! Topex was a must! It didnât work though.
Great music in the 80s, I was actually crazy about Duran Duran. I remember at school the girls were either Spandau Ballet fans or Duran Duran.
First crushes during those years, we also had a crush on the new P. E. teacher for a period of time. Who has never had a crush on a teacher?
I also remember when flared jeans became gradually replaced by drainpipes.
Perms were all the rage too, I had very long hair and I had two perms during those years, I recall.
Not forgetting those exams - CSEs, O levels, A levels!
I had had enough of studying by the time I reached 18, in 1985. I didnât choose to go to university. Only a few weeks after finishing school I had already found a full time office job where I worked eventually for eight years.
Times have changed though, donât tho k that would happen today.
YES. And Beyoned.
With more rapidity than remembering.
Where the Tea Caddy is.
A random remark can trigger a memory in detail from circa 60 years ago.
A classic in a general conversation.
Aboard a ship in the middle of the Indian Ocean
As simple and weird as.
Lt. Roy Fraser. One of many colleagues. Well past over the bar now. Said.
âNever Change Your Bet.â
Iâve never been one to place a bet.
But.
Open the refrigerator to see what falls out for dinner.
Itâs always the First Item.
Using another always tends to be
A Disappointment.
No reason given. For having an âAddictionâ
Oh yes, being a parent, changes everything! I used to smoke like a chimney and drink like a trooper, smoking was pretty much about socialising. I suppose I was lucky, smoking was a matter of choice, never addictiveâŠ
My teenage years were filled with being the middle child, but the responsible one in my family. Helping my dad with meals as mom worked second shift nurse at the Air Force Base in Tampa. Never missed a day of school, straight A student, and managed to fit in a social life, but never caused concern. Dances, eating at the local Drive-Ins with gal pals, cheerleader at schoolâŠ
Only once got caught parking at night with my boyfriend (later my hubby) by police knocking on our fogged up windows!
Music, clothes, beer & weed is what I lived for in the late 60s, early 70s. Living at home on a farm in the Cotswolds, with four brothers, no mother, and a father going through second childhood. Worked/ran the farm shop evenings and weekends, earnt enough to finance things.
Our Latin teacher looked like the actor Ian Ogilvy.
Us girls were besotted - i would daydream during lessons, and didnât learn very much Latin at all.
Blasting is somewhat expensive no matter where you enjoy your blasting. My oldish Marshal amps and speaker âstackâ and the necessary ancillaries would cost me a fortune to replace the whole kit at todayâs prices
I can remember seeing some hefty stacks of Marshall amps in The Hammersmith Odeon back in the day. I think it was the valve amps that had the rawish kind of sound, not that Iâm a musician.
As a cadet.
Whoâs knowledge of anything musical.
Stalled at. Tinkling a âTriangleâ now and again.
The âTenor Drumâ looked exciting.
Together with a friend we practiced how to âSwingâ. Those drumsticks High above our heads.
Bouncing them off the drum twice!!
Without a sheet of music.
No sniggering, please.
[Not Actually the Nipper. But just as Talented]
I remember my teen years. Sometimes I get nostalgic, and spend my free time listening to 90s music or watching music videos. I wouldnât say they were the best times of my life but I do have many many good memories thankfully. My lucky number is 13 because that was the best age to be. Loved my antics and style back then!
It didnât work though.
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