The Cat Curls UpAnd a very good afternoon to you. You catch me looking at a catalogue of old chairs – nothing I would sell in my store, but from an aesthetics viewpoint it reminds me of some of the – things we used to think were fashionable.The Cat Curls Up by KP-Presents
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Take this one for example – the infamous box seat, so popular in the early seventies for the style conscious and space conscious young person about town. Actually, the only thing they really turned out to be good for was walking into or falling off.
There was a flat I visited in the Knightsbridge area in the mid seventies, when Habitat, god rest their soul, were just starting out and making this sort of thing popular. I had thought it was empty, but after raiding the bedrooms I discovered the error of my ways – walking into the main room, I disturbed this eighteen year old girl, wearing a short sleeved white crotched top, pale blue mini skirt, white knee length socks and flat shoes, sitting on one of these box contraptions
A Case of IdentityThe bar was settled by the side of the canal, as the boats moved slowly up and down, as the car pulled into the car park. A Case of Identity by KP-Presents
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“Interesting place,” the woman said as she stepped out of the car, “What is the name of the bar? “ She was in her late fifties, with long dark hair that was streaked with grey, and stood about five foot five tall, with a slightly plump body. A long black coat covered a grey denim skirt, and a grey checked blouse over a white roll neck sweater, while a pair of black baggy leather boots covered her feet.
“It’s called the Ropanga,” the man said as he locked the car, “and it has a very select clientele.” He was about six foot tall, broad shouldered, and wore a blue blazer over a mustard coloured jumper and light grey trousers. “Come in – I’ll introduce you to the landlady.”
The couple walked into the bar, the man holding the door open for the woman, as the barmai
In Olden DaysThis week on In Olden Days, we look back to the seventies, and a series of four burglaries which at the time, were felt to be unconnected – but all took place within a week of each other in the same Shropshire town, so was it just coincidence? In Olden Days by KP-Presents
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Our first tale involved an eighteen year old girl named Naomi, who returned home early from work one day to find an intruder in her home…
I remember it even after nearly forty years – I think because of the complete shock I felt about it. I was working as a Saturday girl at a local boutique in town, and had managed to get away a couple of hours early to go to a party. Dad was at a football game, and Mum had gone into town, so I knew the house would be empty.
I was wearing a brown mini dress – brown was the colour of the time, after all, and it had short puffed sleeves with a ruffed front and collar. I was also wearing a pair of black patent leather knee length boots, laced up the front.