![]() ![]() The second of which was the need to demonstrate commitment to a particular group in contrast to various other theories around at the moment, which seem to emphasise the notion of people moving around between groups and being one thing one day, one thing the next and perhaps three things the day after. The first of which was an idea of self-expression. Let me put it this way: I think that there were two ideals that came through from interviewing people of the group. If there is a social aim of Goth it tends to be to keep Goth going. Well the author of that article, an article called Ageing in a Spectacular Youth Culture: continuity, change and community amongst older Goths is Paul Hodkinson who's senior lecturer in sociology at the University of Surrey.Īctually I'm not all that surprised by Paul's current research interest in ageing Goths - he more or less told me about himself - on an edition of Thinking Allowed almost a decade ago. I mean - imagine a septuagenarian Teddy Boy. You see, in that subculture being a bit pale, bit thin, slightly puny, somewhat melancholic it seems - they seem more like articles of membership than disqualifications.Īnd, as I now realise, after reading a new research article in the British Journal of Sociology, as a Goth I'd have had a better chance of prolonging my subcultural identity. On the whole I might have done better as a Goth. No wonder perhaps that Joe called me an 'Edward' - which was the derisory term for weekend or plastic Teddy Boys. You see while proper Teds like Joe Carroll - Joe Carroll, I mean he could empty the pavement around him when he strolled down Stanley Road, no-one even moved an inch from their normal trajectory when I hove into view. ![]() And my haircut, while it wasn't quite the full Tony Curtis, but it was thick and greasy enough to just about pass muster in a darkened bar. ![]() I could also boast a leather bootlace tie, even if I only dared to put it on after I'd left the house. I mean take my Teddy Boy period - there was nothing wrong with the suit, I mean Mother wouldn't allow me to have the black velvet lapels but there was no doubt about the length and the drape of the jacket or the way that the trousers narrowed down to the Day-Glo socks and the heavy crepe boots. ![]() Although I tried hard - very, very hard - I was never much good at adopting a subcultural identity. ![]()
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