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 | If, like our pumped up, pompadoured hero Shaky you still hanker for the innocent times of the late '50s where savage rucks between mods and rockers was the traditional seaside Bank Holiday past time then no doubt you'll be paying your own sartorial tribute to the rockabilly rebel this festive season.
First, you'll need a long single-breasted drape jacket with sloping padded shoulders. Then drainpipe trousers. And 'brothel creeper' shoes are a must, available from any good retro shop or a Camden market stall. Brothel creepers were so called because they allowed the wearer to creep the floors at night without making the squeaks and creaks regular soled shoes made. And we all know how handy they are eh fellas? Nudge nudge, wink, wink, etc. They were also useful for creeping out of Shaky's gigs early of course.
Don't forget the heavily brylcreemed, pompadour quiff or DA and the ever-ready metal comb to whip out during lulls in the party conversation.
Also, be prepared to steer the conversation elsewhere when a fellow party guests asks why, just like your hero, you have missed the rockabilly revolution by some 40 years. |  | | Be prepared for jibes and insults along the lines of "alright Grandad" and "there aren't any rations at this party mate." Best to leave your flick knife at home. You don't want to risk incarceration during the festive period. |  | | "Don't hit me, just take my money. There you are." Oh, sorry dear. For a minute there I thought it was that horrible teddy boy who used to live down the road from me and Granddad. |
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