Great picture Maurice!Hang on, it's New Years Eve, why not give 'em a laugh? So here we go around 1975, with me on the right and my bass-playing friend Roger on the left. My son later used the shirt for a Bad Taste Party.
Comeback, Bill Evans, all is forgiven.......
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That really is magic our Maurice. nice pic.Hang on, it's New Years Eve, why not give 'em a laugh? So here we go around 1975, with me on the right and my bass-playing friend Roger on the left. My son later used the shirt for a Bad Taste Party.
Comeback, Bill Evans, all is forgiven.......
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MauriceAlas, John, it comes to us all in time. For years my late brother dyed his hair very dark, almost black, and he was two years younger than me. When he left Brum and moved into semi-sheltered accomodation in Hampshire, he was still dyeing it and by the time he got to 75, it was starting to look a bit odd for a man his age. We came over to see him most years and I asked him why. "Well", he said, "all these old dears have only ever known me with hair this colour and I can't suddenly let it go white overnight!". The "old dears" were all about the same age as he was.
The perils of vanity. When you've got a beard, and I've never shaved mine off in getting on for 50 years, you can't dye it to match your hair. It's almost part of your "clothes of yesteryear" - to get this back on topic
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sky blue jeans black shirt leather jacket and big boots. before that short trousers sandles pulover and balaclava like him in mr tom
our Maurice. i bet thats a false beard. the real one is in you pocket initHang on, it's New Years Eve, why not give 'em a laugh? So here we go around 1975, with me on the right and my bass-playing friend Roger on the left. My son later used the shirt for a Bad Taste Party.
Comeback, Bill Evans, all is forgiven.......
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Wore flares and platforms, but the flares weren’t that wide, and the platforms not that high. There’s sometimes a fine line between fashion and looking ridiculous !
Amen Eric!My current fashion hate is what I call the snot rings hanging from the nose in otherwise beautiful faces.
Ah yes the floppy felt hat, forgotten all about mine until I saw your post Viv. I remember wearing a red floppy wide brimmed hat and a gorgeous pair of red shoes to match the hat. I also wore a red beret during those years. I don’t really suit a hat now, I am missing the long hair! JenLoved cheesecloth too, with a bit of lace insert on the yolk. Very feminine and better unironed as it went back to its original shape. I had a couple of smocks in cheesecloth. Great with jeans or hot pants. Cool in summer.
I also loved velvet. Preferably in rich colours like purple. Had a midi coat and loon pants in purple velvet, and a maxi coat and loon pants in black velvet. Should have worn a wide brimmed, floppy hat too, but was never really brave enough for hats. Funny really, because just 30 or 40 years earlier it would have been second nature for women to wear a hat. But I was just too self conscious. And I didn’t like flat hair.
Viv.