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German white wine. Ha! We thought we were being so sophisticated drinking it. A Mosel, Liefraumilch - Black Tower, Blue Nun to name two. Then there was Piesporter, Reisling and Niersteiner.


Vat 69 whisky, Dimple Haig, Party Sevens and Party Fours of undrinkable pissy Watneys Red Barrel.

High waste, 6 button Oxford bags with side pockets that I saved up for and got at the tail end of 1976 - made completley redundant when Punk broke and we all (all of us under 15 anyway) went to drain pipes. Also from mid-70s feather cut/centre parting blow dried to my best mate cutting my hair & sticking butter in to spike it.... No hair gel then

????, you've just reminded me of girls (who in those days could sew) customising all their flares into drainpipes in 1977.


Saturday Night Fever and Grease.


Clogs (with flares).


Home-crocheted ponchos.


Macram?.


Women with aspirations learned flower-arranging and cordon bleu cookery.


(...which in turn can only lead to) Abigail's Party.


I realise the chronology of the above is all wrong. Someone should put this thread in chronological order or the under 40s will think the 70s was a time of variety, which, let's face it, couldn't be further from the truth.

I spent that summer in Surrey with Mia Farrow and her brood, and a querulous but mostly absent Andrew Prune


Every day sunshine, heat, flies ladybirds, pub running out of beer/ice everything, skimpily dressed ladies,

baby boom 1977, drought and hosepipe bans, unforgettable summer, met list of hollywood stars, standout was

Natalie Wood, tiny and exquisite, and her family, adopting a continental 2 hour siesta midday, knocked out

by the heat, wonderful, life changing/enhancing/hot hot hot summer

Robert Poste's Child Wrote:

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> I realise the chronology of the above is all

> wrong. Someone should put this thread in

> chronological order or the under 40s will think

> the 70s was a time of variety, which, let's face

> it, couldn't be further from the truth.


Compared to now, I think it actually was, certainly in terms of music and fashion.

How long has this Hipster thing been dragging on for? Seems like forever. People are still sporting beards and skinny jeans, don't they realise that once footballers and estate agents cotton on it's time to change? Back then it would've been a couple of summers at most...

You have a good point there. The nature of fashion used to be that it changed: by the time it got to the high street the hip people had moved on to something else. Maybe this is the logical result of two decades of endless rehashing/reinventing/mashing-up of past fashions - you eventually reach a point of stagnation.

Robert Poste's Child Wrote:

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> I realise the chronology of the above is all wrong. Someone should put this thread in

> chronological order or the under 40s will think the 70s was a time of variety, which, let's face

> it, couldn't be further from the truth.


Music went from Glam to Disco to Punk. That's a fair bit of variety!

The Olympics coverage reminded me of three gymnasts who were hugely inspirational to little girls in the 70s: Olga Korbut, Nadia Comaneci and Nellie Kim. A lot of girls still go through a phase around the age of 10 or 11 when they do endless cartwheels and handstands but not sure they have the same kind of reference point.


Easy to forget how opportunities and role models for women were much more limited then. For much of the 70s companies could refuse to give married women permanent employee status and I can remember school debates up till the early 80s on whether women should have careers.

Loz Wrote:

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> Robert Poste's Child Wrote:

> --------------------------------------------------

> -----

>

> > I realise the chronology of the above is all

> wrong. Someone should put this thread in

> > chronological order or the under 40s will think

> the 70s was a time of variety, which, let's face

> > it, couldn't be further from the truth.

>

> Music went from Glam to Disco to Punk. That's a

> fair bit of variety!


Disco and punk happened more or less concurrently

Robert Poste's Child Wrote:

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> The Olympics coverage reminded me of three gymnasts who were hugely inspirational to little

> girls in the 70s: Olga Korbut, Nadia Comaneci and Nellie Kim. A lot of girls still go through a

> phase around the age of 10 or 11 when they do endless cartwheels and handstands but not sure

> they have the same kind of reference point.


I noted the other day that female gymnasts seem to be the chronological opposite to policemen. They seem to look older these days.

womanofdulwich Wrote:

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> Robert Poste's Child - excellent beauty tips from

> Jackie- also facial scrub using porridge and honey

> in some format.. Remember neckerchiefs tied around

> our necks David Essex style ? Dunlop green flash?



I have the Valentine's Day 1975 issue of Jackie in front of me right now (centrefold poster David Essex, back cover Slade). Ads for Anne French, Clearasil, jobs with Wrens/WRAC, Feminax and Limits diet. All seems very innocent now.

Loz Wrote:

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> I noted the other day that female gymnasts seem to

> be the chronological opposite to policemen. They

> seem to look older these days.


Since 1997 there's been a lower age limit of 16 for all senior competition, so your impression is accurate.

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