New Year’s Eve 1980, and I’m wearing a get-up that wouldn’t shame Adam Ant (a silk blouse with billowing sleeves, velvet trousers that finish at the knee, a red pirate sash knotted around my waist).
I was a New Romantic looking for romance.For my girlfriends and me, 31 December was about dancing with your mates until you were ready to drop – at one of the two big local discos – then finding someone to snog before midnight.
At 11.45 the ladies’ loos were crammed with girls reapplying their lipstick, hopeful, even at this late stage, that it might make all the difference.
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