Ah for the days when a young man could wear frilly shirts, hipster jeans and wide leather belts and be described as “groovy” and “trendy”, the days when you sold millions of records and got to appear on tv pop shows despite the fact that you only sing on half the track and some little kids steal the show while you stand around pretending that you can see the back projection and you’re not really wishing you’d never recorded the bloody thing at all.
And elsewhere in the country the trendy young things were buying brand new bungalows in new suburbs and decorating them in colour combinations that are now illegal…
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