Our music was Rock n’ Roll…I mean was there any other kind other man?. Pat Boone singing some shmaltzy love song or Debbie Reynolds warbling on about “Tammy” just wasn’t our thing.
For a night out we had loads of youth clubs that seemed to spring up overnight when some enterprising bugger realised that we had money to spend, not a lot I admit, but we had some and they wanted it. There was also the cinema altho’ the flicks were not our fave places.
And coffee bars where you could buy a cup of brown stuff with bubbles on it for a ridiculous sum of dosh
Mostly we cruised for girls, sometimes we got lucky sometimes we got told to piss off
Drainpipe jeans? they weren’t jeans my good man, they were proper suit trousers. No Ted worth his salt would be seen dead in jeans.
Beetle crusher shoes were as shown in the link posted by Savannah.
Available in any colour you wanted, they had thick crepe or foam rubber soles which had no instep, they just ran the whole length of the shoe and we usually wore shoelaces that contrasted vividly with the shoe. I had lime green laces and pink shoes.
Didn’t think much of mods or rockers and as far as I can remember skinheads hadn’t put in appearance.
As I said, rockers rode motorcycles and mods rode scooters…they usually met up at some seaside resort and proceeded to kick shit out of each other for no apparent reason. This I just read about, never actually witnessed it.
The cave with the drawings was excavated in the late 70’s and I believe various artifacts were unearthed…one of which is being guarded by top men, I said TOP MEN