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RCdc -> RE: Young and daft.....for those who romanticise their youth.... (12/4/2007 4:38:47 AM)
This is Darcy. Ahhh, to be 18 again! Back then I was living in Nottingham (Robin Hood country for those not familiar with my home town [;)]) and at the height of my love affair with all things rock and roll! I had been playing guitar for a couple of years, before switching to bass and was in my first proper, gigging band. Money, which came from my day job, which earned me something like £90 a week, and which seemed like a fortune at the time after surviving on Saturday and Sunday job wages for the previous two years, was often spent on the latest album by the likes of Motley Crue, Iron Maiden, Ratt, Poison, Dokken, or some other group of pretty boys wearing make-up and lingerie. The rest went on beer (which was the princely sum of 66 pence a pint when I started boozing regularly in 1986, a good two years before I was legally allowed [;)]), and getting into rock clubs. As NG says, some of the mates I had back then are still close mates today (I was out with one just last night at a 'secret' Duran Duran gig in London), and we would all chip in if one of us was skint and make sure nobody went without beer and a kebab on the way home. My priorities back in those days were rock and roll, beer, and more rock and roll! My band played all manner of sweaty, dark little pubs, but the rock scene in Nottingham was just amazing! Everybody was either in bands, or knew somebody in a band, so there was no shortage of live entertainment. On top of our local talent, Rock City, our local gig mecca, had garnered a reputation as being one of the best places in England, if not Europe, to play, and so we got all manner of bands flying to the UK, playing at the Marquee in London, and at Rock City, and then flying over to Europe to continue their tours. We'd see up and coming bands, both there and at the nearby Royal Concert Hall (which held about 3000 people to Rock City's 2000), and caught bands on the way up like Def Leppard (on their first tour after Rick Allen lost his arm), Iron Maiden, and Guns'n'Roses (the original line-up, natch, on their first full tour of the UK). Life was simple - beer, rock and roll, and women (usually in that order, due to our relative shyness around the gentler sex - my god, if I knew then what I know now, and had the confidence that I have today I'd have been dangerous! [;)]). Life was certainly sweet (and is now, but for different reasons).

MissMorrigan -> RE: Young and daft.....for those who romanticise their youth.... (12/4/2007 5:09:32 AM)
At fifteen I lived, breathed and slept music, especially punk rock. Fun was hitting The Tramshed in Woolwich and getting trashed for around £3. The downside was being carried home and having school friends wrestle to put you to bed only to find that you were wearing your mother's bright purple knickers (with little legs) b/c none of yours were clean - image totally ruined despite protestations that I was setting a new trend! Life can so so harsh! I don't think I'll ever forget the look of horror when they finally wrestled my hands from my jeans and pulled them down to reveal those knickers. If I ever managed to get my hands on £30, it was to spend on getting my hair cut/dyed a variety of colours. At sixteen I entered into my first D/s relationship but as a sub, although I didn't know it at the time and wasn't to become aware of that for eighteen months. I learned I could pee standing up and that despite the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude of my punk days, I had a cracking figure that drove men nuts when I dressed up. I visited my first porn theatre in brighton, being the only female in there. I loved the freedom my youth afforded, friends and I travelled from Sussex to London (Being raised in London and ending up living in Sussex) to enjoy the clubs and see old friends, not having ANY money and yet never being short of a ride, place to stay, or something to eat/drink. I also left school (private convent) and likely the only virgin of my year. Despite all of that I was still naive about a lot of things and it wasn't until I was almost eighteen that I discovered what BDSM was, that not all couples tied each other up, anally 'raped' them and engaged in acts of CP. I worked damn hard, two jobs almost back to back save for a three hour nap/bath period between and while I had money, it was all accounted for insfoar as rent, savings, clothes, food and entertainment allowances. At twenty I became a mother and also a responsible member of the community. Shocking, I know! Something I do miss about those days I don't have the luxury of now - safety. No matter where I was (london or sussex), who I was with, etc... I never felt physically intimidated/threatened. I cannot say the same now. I presently live in Brighton and there's a malevolent air to some streets at night where individuals do not venture.

IrishMist -> RE: Young and daft.....for those who romanticise their youth.... (12/4/2007 5:16:48 AM)
Hmm, my teenage years were not as rosy as some here; though I would never trade them for anything. I learned alot about myself then. I spent about 6 years with gangs; pretty violent, unsettled years; doing nothing more than looking for more ways to tempt fate. I had the worse death wish on myself; looking back now, it's amazing that I managed to survive at all; AND turn things around for the better. /sigh

RCdc -> RE: Young and daft.....for those who romanticise their youth.... (12/4/2007 5:22:04 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MissMorrigan Something I do miss about those days I don't have the luxury of now - safety. No matter where I was (london or sussex), who I was with, etc... I never felt physically intimidated/threatened. I cannot say the same now. I presently live in Brighton and there's a malevolent air to some streets at night where individuals do not venture. I have been to Brighton a handfull of times - the two times I went by car - the first was with my friend and when we returned, the car was locked - but she said something wasn't 'right' - opening the car - all her little teddies had been rearranged... her boot had been tidied up and our coats laid neat. It was verrreee weird! The second time, someone tried to hotwire my car overnight and I ended up having to jump start it down one of those infamous Brighton sloping hills... Ah - youth. the.dark.

MissMorrigan -> RE: Young and daft.....for those who romanticise their youth.... (12/4/2007 5:40:04 AM)
Having grown up in south east London, I can understand the gang element. Thankfully I wasn't part of one, but did have friends who were. May I ask how you managed to turn your life around? quote: ORIGINAL: IrishMist Hmm, my teenage years were not as rosy as some here; though I would never trade them for anything. I learned alot about myself then. I spent about 6 years with gangs; pretty violent, unsettled years; doing nothing more than looking for more ways to tempt fate. I had the worse death wish on myself; looking back now, it's amazing that I managed to survive at all; AND turn things around for the better. /sigh

MissMorrigan -> RE: Young and daft.....for those who romanticise their youth.... (12/4/2007 5:45:37 AM)
I bet whomever rearranged your friend's teddies, etc... were watching from the sidelines somewhere and cracking up at your reactions! Just thank your lucky stars you weren't in a cul-de-sac and the only way was DOWN. Worse still, you could have been in an old Daf car which were automatic and you could only push one at a rate of four inches every hour! The good thing about Brighton is that every female here has thighs like a Russian shot putter - strong and able to crush even the most stubborn of walnuts between them. quote: ORIGINAL: Darcyandthedark I have been to Brighton a handfull of times - the two times I went by car - the first was with my friend and when we returned, the car was locked - but she said something wasn't 'right' - opening the car - all her little teddies had been rearranged... her boot had been tidied up and our coats laid neat. It was verrreee weird! The second time, someone tried to hotwire my car overnight and I ended up having to jump start it down one of those infamous Brighton sloping hills... Ah - youth. the.dark.

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