Bondage

The blog on Malcolm prompted a number of memories on my part. In the 70’s there was such a buzz around the rise of punk and the clothes likes bondage trousers, safety pins and nappy contraptions. Anything went but if you did wear such clothes then you ran the risk that someone would shout out ‘punk rockers’ and try to give you a hiding. It was brought home to me after a sojourn in Birmingham with a Luxound Deluxe (ex-Killjoys), I return for a month to Somerset to get some money and one night when I was out with my brother in Somerset. A West Country gentlemen with an arm the size of my upper leg lifted me up by my thin leather tie and accused me of some sort of voyeurism in the direction of his girlfriend who to this day I cannot recollect. It all ended happily when he returned me to the ground as gently as a lift stopping on the ground floor.
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