tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232389689701494095.post4629385947126543707..comments2023-10-21T05:34:10.060-07:00Comments on Peake Of The Pops!: 1971: Far far awayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232389689701494095.post-74733499783757047892013-03-08T01:53:46.176-08:002013-03-08T01:53:46.176-08:00Love that Mondo, especially the Reeves. There was ...Love that Mondo, especially the Reeves. There was cleary something sinister going on there. <br /><br />Not only have I never owned reversible trousers, I've never heard of them either. What have I missed?Jon Peakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04471926651090670258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232389689701494095.post-13565117363297914732013-03-07T11:40:45.239-08:002013-03-07T11:40:45.239-08:00I don't know why they were reversible - best, ...I don't know why they were reversible - best, not to ask. Probably a 70s thing. They blue and white gingham one - turn them inside out, and behold - multi coloured troos!Mondohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11199468951602465556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232389689701494095.post-47459571193492161112013-03-07T07:55:57.851-08:002013-03-07T07:55:57.851-08:00HOORAH! "LOTR" makes a welcome return to...HOORAH! "LOTR" makes a welcome return to my consciousness! <br /><br />But I have to admit that the concept of 'reversible trousers' is deeply troubling to me. Did you turn them back-to-front, or inside out? And WHY??<br /><br />Lovely entries from Mondo.Kolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232389689701494095.post-32264734502527614582013-03-07T06:54:29.301-08:002013-03-07T06:54:29.301-08:00The Monaghans and Christine and Terry would be the...The Monaghans and Christine and Terry would be the neighbours of choice now.. but as a child any family with kids of a similar age.<br /><br />A few from the close were I grew up from 4 - 16 and looking left to right from my bedroom window. <br /><br />The Campbells: Dad Dave looked like Bullet Baxter (without the beard) - permanently in synthetic polo necks, mum Christine was like a glammed up Hylda Baker and walked with posture of a dancer (she had been a dancer). Kids (in order of age) Dave, several years older than me black Frizzy hair and beardy, rode a motorbike. Allergic to cats. Ron, very trendy loved Bobby Vee, made Airfix models and pinned them to the ceiling (at action-angles). Fiona, two years older than me - large-ish and had reversible trousers. We went out for six weeks - and later, was very keen to show me how show was 'developing'. Now looks like Demis Roussos (without the beard)<br /><br />The Menell-Taylors (known to most as The Menstrual Taylors): trendy teacher types. Alphonse Mucha art, wicker furniture and pot plants - he was blonde, wavy, wispy moustache and wore a university scarf. She wore black. All the time. Looked like the red head from Manhattan Transfer and is known as Lady Over The Road in my Dear Diary posts.. Would pop out of her upstairs windows calling and waving topless to Ron Campbell next door.<br /><br />The Lyons: single mum with a son just younger than me, Andrew - who we named Bonio (not sure why). A year after moving in, Mother Lyons had a Spanish Lorraine Chase-a-like lodge there. Just friends apparently<br /><br />The Reeves: Mum Carol was always in Dr Scholl's mules. Dad Stan looked permanently fretful - like an angstier Brian Moore, synthetic polo necks and cardigans were his wardrobe of choice. Daughter Andree had eyelashes like butterflies, nuts for Donny Osmond, but was deeply dreary. Son Adam was like Oliver from the musical - and generally just as irritating<br /><br />The Martins: Dad looked like Danny La Rue meets Sacha Distel. Minced like a champ and drove a brown Volvo. Mum was the spit of Kate Williams. Daughter Jane was the street's looker - we all had the hots for her. And she was mine for two weeks in 1978 *sighs*. The parents now run a pub in Billericay<br /><br />The Gordons (but known to all as The Spuds): Outsider academics with no telly. Dad David wore Harry Hill glasses and a thunderous frown with black eyebrows like slugs. Was occasionally seen beating the kids with a belt. Ham radio enthusiast. Mum was like Gimli's sister - short, plain-faced, frizzy and frazzled. Always in a quilted anorak. Eldest Dave was a rebel - apparently stabbed a boy at his grammar school. Think Graeme Garden meets Sid Snot. Ian, loved a pale tangerine nylon shirt and had the smugness of Richard Stilgoe about him. Simon, always nervous - with the voice of Python's Terry Jones. Youngest Mark was ginger and dragged through a pile of dog shit by some of us (not for being ginger obvs). Which had Mother Spud banging on our doors. She also brought some sort of milk pudding to the Jubilee street party which looked like an Angel Delight made from sick and brains… the same street party that Ron Campbell's girlfriend brought a donkey along to.<br />Mondohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11199468951602465556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232389689701494095.post-14291677731647123922013-03-07T06:50:55.376-08:002013-03-07T06:50:55.376-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Mondohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11199468951602465556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232389689701494095.post-50056075896339314082013-03-07T04:03:58.453-08:002013-03-07T04:03:58.453-08:00This is utterly priceless. I can hear Shaw Taylor&...This is utterly priceless. I can hear Shaw Taylor's voice intoning over a photofit that "this man is extremely dangerous and must NOT be approached" while you all scream "BUT THAT'S MR YORK!"<br /><br />I would love to know what happened to poor Christine, too. I hope that Terry got his comeuppance. <br /><br />This post bears unlimited re-reading. Kolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.com