The theme on this week’s Gallery is ‘rewind’ and Tara got me thinking about clubbing in the 80s and 90s. If I could rewind my life, I’d love to re-live those clubbing days.
I loved clubbing in the 90s.
I didn’t drink, I didn’t do drugs and I didn’t tart myself up. But I danced.
I danced and danced and danced.
I drew attention to myself because I had no inhibitions and I never ever stopped. Not that I ever bothered with the attention, I was way too busy dancing. I was first on the floor and last off it.
The clubs weren’t swanky, they were grungy. I went to alternative nights and student nights. You couldn’t beat a mix of cheesy pop and some indie and, of course, Levellers’ One Way I very rarely went to a club that didn’t play One Way. I started clubbing at 17 and carried on until I got pregnant with my eldest at 27. Throughout that time, One Way was always there.
I dressed in combats and band Tshirts – if you had combats, you didn’t need a bag (or a boyfriend to carry your purse). My best friend from university and I went through a phase of wearing quirky dresses and tights for clubbing, always with our Doc Martens. That was us dressing up. No make-up, no heels, nothing sexy or low-cut, but in our own way we were making an effort.
I absolutely loved those days. If I could go clubbing without guilt at not being around for my kids going to bed and getting up again and if I wasn’t old enough to be the mother of everyone else out, I would still love to go clubbing now.
Sadly due to the old chestnut of my never-ending house move, I can’t find my photos of my favourite clubbing outfits, so you will have to make do with this one of the typical 1990s me.
This post was written in response to a prompt on The Gallery at Sticky Fingers. Pop across to see how others have interpreted the theme ‘rewind’.