Right at the point where I was getting into Two Tone at the start of the eighties, there were some names like Farah and Stay-Prest that all the cool kids seem to have. Almost immediately we all started wearing our mums' old leather coats and listening to the Birthday Party, so it all become entirely irrelevant very quickly. By the age of 15 or so I was wearing full bondage trousers and jacket. I had little, if any, awareness of the sexual implications of this. My parents did, somehow, and would occasionally wonder out loud if I was "actually going out like that."
I distinctly remember having full beer cans thrown at me from cars, and that immortal early eighties phrase "you're hard!". What a time to be alive.