|Stylin' & profilin'|
Oh, and the shoes? Bright red suede AirWair soles from Robot in Carnaby St. However, they were one of my Grandad's jumble sale or boot fair finds, and they happened to be in my size.
As time progressed I moved to the USA and was shown the delights of Goodwill, St Vincent De Paul and other thrift stores, and made many purchases from them - furniture, a scanner/printer, records, books, clothes, shoes... they are quite my favourite places to shop - you never know what you will find and that, to me, is part of the fun.
Now I'm back in Blighty and there are far fewer jumble sales and boot fairs, because Ebay seems to have killed them off... but Ebay, it must be said, is still the same sort of deal, but without the smell of mothballs or the taste of cheap coffee and Rich Tea biscuits. However, there are now a profusion of charity shops on the High Street, and they are similar to thrift stores, except that thrift stores are less choosy about what they sell.
Anyway, I heard a tune the other day that made me all misty for Value Village and the VoA Thrift. Here we go (careful though, some of the fruitier expressions of everyday life are uttered in this video. If you feel outraged by this, write a letter to the editor of the Radio Times. It won't do any good, but you'll feel better for having set your thoughts down on paper.):