I regret nothing, well very little, okay some things…
As a younger waiter I was, as I have mentioned before a bit of a Goth but also a bit of an indie kid and I liked the heavy metal stylings of Slayer and the hippity hop of Public Enemy and Eric B. and Rakim. In many respects I was unclassifiable. Classification was important back then. A lot of my chums were of the same mind when it came to music, a little bit from every pot. Some, however, were not and stuck strictly to the codes of their chosen musical influence.
Now, and this is where it gets amusing, back in the early 1990's one of our circle was an older woman who worked for the BBC. This was pretty fucking glamorous, if not for her, then certainly for us. Our normal circle of, working, chums stretched to baby sitters, glass collectors and ahem waiters. So to have somebody in the group who had a proper job with the BBC was quite a coup for us. Anyhoo, one day this woman says to us, "Hey do you crazy kids wanna be on TV?"
Oh hell yes did we wanna be on TV.
So, long story short, she put us on TV.
Eh voila,
Yoof TV eh, awesome. And before you start mocking the director is the chap behind the new serious of Sherlock Holmes. Ohh, fancy. I love how everybody in the video is so earnest about their look and their music. Good times.
And if I say so myself, Best. Haircut. Ever.
And if there is one mention of Jedward all your comments will be marked as spam forever.
Hair, oh how I miss thee and I do, but at least I never had a fucking side shade or the ever tiresome and marks you out as a douchebag from the start, bed head.
Oh to be seventeen again.
Actually, no, no thank you.
JEDWARD.
I asked for that….
Funniest part of that is that I wrote that comment before reading your blog post.
Smartass!
Oh dear oh dear!
arf!
My My…! Where to begin! What about that buck-ejit ‘you can laugh yer head off to sisters of mercy’ – yeah if your the Zodiac killer! Skinheads doing the ‘milk the cow’ …dance in a fricking laundrette. I despair!!
if you’ve ever heard TSOM’s abhorrent third album then you’ll know that it is quite possible to laugh-a-long-a-eldritch…..and back then all the laundrettes were full of dancing skins….
Let me be the first to say what SUPER AWESOME HAIR! And no I don’t mean that in a sarky way.
a woo hoo!
i was thinking ‘edward scissorhands’, until i googled Jedwar… uummmmm… that word…
in any case, this is a lovely retrospective! but the dancing skinheads with trousers pulled to the nipples? oh, dear…
hey, that was the way….ha
‘ang on.. Are you the Goth in that Video?
I would have been in Combats with tins of harp in the pockets, green army jacket, long greasy hair and falling apart shoes.
I am one of a number of goths in that video….I am NOT the speaking goth…
I would have to accept my part of the hole in the ozone layer from the late 80′s.
back then lots of backcombing; now would give lots to be back combing.
I would love a reason to buy a comb….!
I could have wrote a poem about that & made you immortal…..BUT!…..I WAS NOT PICKED TO BE YOUR OFFICIAL POET!
I wonder if you can tell that I am not taking this rejection well?
you need to chilax…as the kids say….there’s a new Dandy in town and you just have to live with it….heh
That is absolutely BRILLIANT. Oh to have this kind of footage
ha, cheers! Yes we all need footage we can be blackmailed with…
Can’t pick up streaming at work, which has never disappointed me quite this much
I was on tv when I was a goff as well. Sky One made this documentary called Sixteen, about 16-year-olds with varying backgrounds, and I was their token ‘grunger’. 8 minutes of me and my mates goffing about. I even got recognised on the bus!
you must link us up….! find it….!
I’ve searched far and wide already… all I have is an old VHS my Mum kept all these years!
good for mum! now get it upload etc….
i love the boogie boogie going on at the Wash n Tumble. Does anyone know if it still exists
I’m pretty sure it does….
I hope you folks where well paid if not i would be looking for compensation especially if i was one of those skinheads dancing. I mean you would have to move house incase the neighbours seen this
oh ha ha….!
Has Morrissey seen this?
after his malarkey in the papers the other day I’m not talking to or about him any more…
Makes me nostalgic for the days of manic panic and roses.
indeed….good times…
Early 90s? I was down with the kids sporting the latest in maternity wear. Off to make myself some old woman tea and dream of the 80s
ah hahahahahaha!
My outstanding old egg,what has happened to you?Surely not a mid-life crisis already?
That was the funniest thing I have seen,since the ‘group barfing’ scene in Family Guy! My velvet strides are drying on the radiator as I type this! I had to play it three times,and it gets more outrageous with each fresh viewing!
My dear chap,this simply won’t do.
second midlife crisis to be honest….sigh
Chuffy can talk the talk, but, can he walk the walk !
Where are the poems ?
settle you…there’ll be no aggressive poetry heckling round here…
Mysterious & threatening eh? I s’pose you’d get like that when you run out of food & tips…
Akshully, some random French radio station played Close To Me on our road trip & amongst all the singing along (me) and sighing/ennui (The Hubs), I thought you’d rather like it!
always….great tune…
Just a wee post script my dear fellow,just what kind of pixie juice do you need to imbibe to visualise the Gasworks as Stonehenge?
I have always thought that Eastwoods scrap yard had a more than nodding resemblance to the Taj Mahal!
P.P.S. Dingus the loser can gurn,
But I have the words to burn!
old english certainly helped….
Seamus Heaney must be really quaking now!
oh dear….I have created a monster/monsters…
I laughed so hard i puked a little. Oh the hair!
you’re laughing too hard….sake