I took the album cover to my mums hairdressers
on our local estate and asked him to do my hair just like that...
My hair ended up dyed blond at the front graduated back...
I went home got my platform shoes (I'd hand painted), black high waisted oxfords and a white cheese cloth shirt and hit the town at lunchtime.
Peterborough town centre
People just stopped and stared, I got called a queer, haha
and then just outside our hip pub, 'The Bull Hotel' I met another 'ladd'
he had dyed his hair green...
after that there was no stopping us, the girls loved it,
even the eye make up I bought in Boots...
2 comments:
Awesome mate, even though it wasn't his real colour, as a ten year old redhead, it made me feel less of a freak and somehow almost 'cool'. My turn came in '77, even then he figured in it. Legend.
And... the wife tells me 'mummy came home from a dinner party in the 70s telling she'd met this 'remarkable young man called Bowie' !'
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