The hair was combed back with brylcreem and shaped into a DA. The girls loved them. They all wanted to be Teddy Girls.
And the music. The rock ‘n’ roll. Bill Haley, Little Richard and Elvis. You could stand up in the cinema and rock in the aisles, worrying the stuffy old world with the violence attracting the attention of the police.
The only problem was my mummy wouldn’t let me be one.