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If, like our pumped up, pompadoured hero Shaky you still hanker
for the innocent times of the late '50s where savage rucks between
mods and rockers was the traditional seaside Bank Holiday past time
then no doubt you'll be paying your own sartorial tribute to the rockabilly
rebel this festive season.
First, you'll need a long single-breasted drape jacket with sloping
padded shoulders. Then drainpipe trousers. And 'brothel creeper' shoes
are a must, available from any good retro shop or a Camden market
stall. Brothel creepers were so called because they allowed the wearer
to creep the floors at night without making the squeaks
and creaks regular soled shoes made. And we all know how handy they
are eh fellas? Nudge nudge, wink, wink, etc. They were also useful
for creeping out of Shaky's gigs early of course.
Don't forget the heavily brylcreemed, pompadour quiff or DA and the
ever-ready metal comb to whip out during lulls in the party conversation.
Also, be prepared to steer the conversation elsewhere when a fellow
party guests asks why, just like your hero, you have missed the rockabilly
revolution by some 40 years. |
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| Be prepared for jibes and insults along the lines of "alright
Grandad" and "there aren't any rations at this party
mate." Best to leave your flick knife at home. You don't
want to risk incarceration during the festive period. |
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| "Don't hit me, just take my money. There you are."
Oh, sorry dear. For a minute there I thought it was that horrible
teddy boy who used to live down the road from me and Granddad. |
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