The eighties revival revival/No fish-shop recursion

[hirez]

I'm fasting for at least 24 hours. I may become (more) random (than usual).

Anyway. The final kilometres of the Paris-Nice stage yesterday was jolly exciting, so we went to Cheltenham. As I wandered the pedestrianised bit in front of Cav House, I could hear Run DMC & Aerosmith. There were some yout' uprocking, helicoptering and generally having it Chiropracter in a very eighties manner.

[I should note that no-one gets to say 'stylee'. Ever. Not even with Guardian-supplied slatherings of irony, for that would be well Kinnock.]

The last time I saw anyone doing that, in exactly the same place, it was 1983. That mob had their own square of lino. One used to see groups of yout' beetling about with rolls of lino over their shoulders like stealthy YTS bathroom fitters. Of course now, because it is the 21st century, the poor little dears have to do without because lino is terribly expensive and mater & pater would have a complete fit if you prised it off the floor of the downstairs wet-room.

Meanwhile, there's this, via the splendidly democratic and unionised Making Light. Tintin wallops the NF! Capt. Haddock in squatter-positive action! The right-wingers will hate it! Red Wedge! Class War! Nice glass of Claret! (d/l the PDF, rotate, view, all happy)

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[jarkman.livejournal.com]

Um - fasting ? Should I worry ? Or have you become monkish ?

[nemesis-to-go.livejournal.com]

Strangely enough, I have just returned from Nam, via one of Mr Brunel's excellent conveyances. I'll be going back there again in a week or so, this time possibly in a Transit van or similar. It seems I've agreed to move a rotorvator from one shed to another. But that's another story...

Anyway. I remember the breakdancers in the Prom, back in nineteen-eighty-whatsit. I used to see them at their favoured pitch, just along a bit from the phone boxes, on many occasions. As I recall, their ghetto blaster was usually rinsing an extend-o-mix of 'Hey You' by the Rock Steady Crew.

The kids would strike attitudes and throw shapes on the fringes of their dance mat, and generally act as if the big throwdown was about to kick off at any moment. But in all the times I passed by (and sometimes I stopped to watch for quite some minutes) I never saw any of them bust a move.

To this day I don't think they ever actually danced. I swear they just hung around all day as if they were going to dance, but never quite did. That's performance art in itself, of course!

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Now you come to mention it, I don't think I ever saw them doing anything except speaking to the polis. But then I was usually on my way to Driftin' and thus thinking hard about strange records.

[janinemarriott.livejournal.com]

fasting?