Stranded 70 Miles from Home
Punk rock saves the day
As a young man, I became quite enamoured with the punk rock scene. The raw energy of the music, combined with the outrageous fashions certainly epitomised the title of the genre new wave. I loved the music, but I lacked the chutzpah to wear the clothes. Or so I thought.
One Saturday afternoon, my friend Rob and I were listening to a selection of punk singles on an old Dansette record player in my bedroom. Inspired by the get-ups of people depicted on the covers of those singles, we decided it was time to walk the walk. We set about dressing up as punks in preparation for a jaunt around local bars that evening.
The DIY Ethos of Punk
We didn’t have any punk-specific clothing, like bondage trousers or even a Clash t-shirt; our own attempt at emulating our heroes would be a makeshift one. But things got off to a promising start when I retrieved two of my dad’s old suit jackets from the attic. With the addition of a few badges in the lapels, and several lengths of chain held in place by safety pins, we had as good a punk uniform as could be bought on the King’s Road.
We daubed slogans onto white shirts with indelible marker pens (I went with Sten guns in Shankhouse), and to finish off our accessories included cheap plastic sunglasses, a loosened…
