Benfleet A1
Hector Of The House
I have got Quadrophenia on the box at the moment which never siezes to entertain me but it got me thinking. When it came out the mod revival was in full swing and as an stroppy short haired, button down Ben Sherman, Staypressed strids and Hush Puppies wearing trend setter, 'Quad' was my bible. Complete with parka and pork pie hat I managed to convince the bird at The ABC in Alexandra Street that I was a young looking 18 year old and sat through the film twice before being forcedly removed for taking the **** and looking around for a rocker or two to batter with a deck chair.
That was it for me. Every penny I could lay my hands on went on Fred Perry Tee-Shirts and Levi Jeans. Mother just loved me as I turned the bath blue while moulding said jeans to my already scrawny frame. More meat on a butchers biro back then. I got myself a scooter (3 gear Vespa 90) which spent more time at Kegaer Racing than on the road, went to all the Northern Soul nights at the old Chestnut Community Centre in Pitsea and strutted around like a peacock with attitude. It was great, I loved it and my world was being a mod.
Sadly, the first time I came up against some 'rockers' was very embarrasing as I sought refuge in Chalkwell News after giving it the big bit then touching cloth when a 7ft giant uncurled from a Ford Consel and headed in my direction. Thankfully, he was a decent sort and just patted me on the head which only put me some 2ft into the shop floor. If he had wanted to, he could have dropped me down to China.
Undeterred, I continued to portray Jimmy minus the drugs, decent Lambretta, working in a post room and getting the old man to chase me up the road in his underpants after I banged on the front door late at night. I even had a love interest who looked like Leslie Ash. Alas, she never saw me as nothing other then a friend while I was gagging to drag her up an alleyway in Brighton and have my evil way then getting nicked and ending up in court with Ace Face. It was not to be.
So tell us, is there a film that mapped out your teenage years. By the way, I drew the line at that plumb coloured suit he wore on the 5-15 to Brighton. I was young and stupid, not colour blind.
That was it for me. Every penny I could lay my hands on went on Fred Perry Tee-Shirts and Levi Jeans. Mother just loved me as I turned the bath blue while moulding said jeans to my already scrawny frame. More meat on a butchers biro back then. I got myself a scooter (3 gear Vespa 90) which spent more time at Kegaer Racing than on the road, went to all the Northern Soul nights at the old Chestnut Community Centre in Pitsea and strutted around like a peacock with attitude. It was great, I loved it and my world was being a mod.
Sadly, the first time I came up against some 'rockers' was very embarrasing as I sought refuge in Chalkwell News after giving it the big bit then touching cloth when a 7ft giant uncurled from a Ford Consel and headed in my direction. Thankfully, he was a decent sort and just patted me on the head which only put me some 2ft into the shop floor. If he had wanted to, he could have dropped me down to China.
Undeterred, I continued to portray Jimmy minus the drugs, decent Lambretta, working in a post room and getting the old man to chase me up the road in his underpants after I banged on the front door late at night. I even had a love interest who looked like Leslie Ash. Alas, she never saw me as nothing other then a friend while I was gagging to drag her up an alleyway in Brighton and have my evil way then getting nicked and ending up in court with Ace Face. It was not to be.
So tell us, is there a film that mapped out your teenage years. By the way, I drew the line at that plumb coloured suit he wore on the 5-15 to Brighton. I was young and stupid, not colour blind.