In his skin-tight trousers and his cherry-red Docs

[venta]

Strolling into Carnaby Street at 7:15 this morning[*], I was surprised to see a crowd. Large numbers of young persons, standing around. It looked slightly like a meet-up for a college trip, but Carnaby St? At 7 in the morning?

The crowd was long, and strung out along the street, smaller groups chatting. Sitting on the road, eating Pret toasties and drinking fancy coffee. Some had sheets of cardboard to sit on, some had picnic blankets.

Further along the road, people had sleeping bags and camping chairs. Aha! This isn't a crowd, this is a queue.

It ended abruptly outside the Dr Martens shop. A quick Google suggests that some Dr Martens outlets are selling boots at the 1960's price of £3. A limited number of pairs, obviously, so if you're reading this: you've missed it.

I've never queued overnight for something. I don't think I've even considered it. Have you?

[*] I was going to yoga before work. Don't tell anyone. It will ruin my pie-eating, beer-swilling image.

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He's not a puppet any more

[bopeepsheep.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhh! I suspect the lyric difference is therefore because live performances mutate. (Have you heard the Skippy version?)

[venta.livejournal.com]

I've only heard Sooty to date, will look online.

It may be me mishearing lyrics... Or mis-remembering, since it's probably 15 years since I heard it on someone else's knackered nth-gen tape. After all, Sooty is rather better-adapted to wearing braces than trousers of any sort!

[bopeepsheep.livejournal.com]

NSFW! (You'd already know that but people who have no idea what we are on about won't...)

Edit: actually, it's not actually sweary, unlike the live/CD version, but it is still pretty grim. Your colleagues will not thank you if you play it in the office.