Jah, loved it - When I was 14 I went overnight from Centreparting blow back hair, Red cheery DMs, Oxford bags, Tank top and denim jacket (plus silk football scarf) to my mate cutting my hair with a crap pair of nail scissors and peiercing my ear with safetypin plus straight cords odd fluroscent socks and dms. Wouldn't look that radical now (safetypin maybe)but my folks went spare and I got haauled up by my Headmaster for my haircut...Aghhhh, I thought "They're scared and don't understand" that's a powerfull thing to get hold of as a spotty 14 year old! To Charlies point about 'the youth of today' I think that's why youth culture's not scary now...most youngters grandparents have been through it...my headmaster had fought in Italy, no wonder he hadn't a clue what we were doing! I think the last youth culture that 'worked' in that sense was Acid House