This pleasure was 'made' guilty by a family friend.
I wore my red leather trousers home for the first time and a family friend, Lois, was visiting. She was determined to find out how much I had paid for them and, in front of my mum and dad, kept pestering until I gave up and said they were eighty pounds.
I'd been working for a while at The Wells and had seen these in a store up Chapel Street Market and, once tried on, they had to be mine. They fitted like a dream and they wore and wore and wore. Even when they got ripped on the train down to Plymouth, they got stitched up and worn some more.
With red leather boots in the cold and my Arnie Zane cut-off T-shirt in the summer.
The year was 1987 and I loved those jeans like, well, a second skin.
But that chat at my parents - oh my, my dad, he very nearly went ballistic!
Guilt? Oh yeah!
Then I just got on with enjoying them.
These 2 photos were taken by Mr B on a trip over to The Isle of Dogs, an area now more commonly known as Canary Wharf.
We had travelled over by bus to visit the Limehouse TV studios; it was one of those 'mecca'-type places that we aspired to work at, at the time. It was still East India Docks then and they had just built the Docklands Light Railway, which was running on the track with no-one driving or travelling on it. Weird!
Canary Wharf is just to the left and the white 'blob' top right is the Blackwell Tunnel ventilation shaft.
It is quite shattering to see the developmental changes. What was not much more than scrubland and disused docks, is now what it is today.
The O2 is just out of the Google Map screenshot above, on the right.
This was one of our 'days out' trips that we would do when we first started dating.
Today is our 28th Anniversary!!