OMG brings back a few memories...
think I must have been a slave to fashion... or music, or both... I went from a 'mini' punk, I could have only been about 8 or 9, going to see Peter and the Test Tube Babies (honestly) in Brighton, with tartan bum flaps pinned to my jeans, with my 14 hole Doc Marten's on (mum and dad thought I was with my mates, not 40 miles away, they would have had kittens if they had known at the time...)... to Fish Tail Parkas, Crombies, Harrington's, sta press, Fred Perry shirts (My son is now wearing them!), desert boots (the one's that were suede), Trilby and Pork Pie hats, to becoming a 'dresser' with Pringle jumpers, Burberry, Kappa and Tachini trakkies... Kickers (as already mentioned), and so it went on... My hair at one time resembled that of the lead singer of the 'Flock of Seagulls"... and at one stage looked like 'Max Headroom'...
Siiiiiighhhhh...
I had a great yoof...
Pete