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Robert
the clips are from a Mods and Rockers documentary - i I just edited out the greasers!
hopefully i will upload more stuff in future
ps it's Stephen or Stevie - not Steph - I have certainly never met Jimmy up an alley!
Back to the real world, a great video. The world of film awaits the new Stephen Spielberg, even if it is a different spelling of Steven.
i went to 'the greg' - unfortunately when i became a mod there weren't many around in cranhill.
i live in england now but the last time i was up in glasgow we drove through Cranhill - St Gregories is gone and Bellrock Street has been completely transformed - it's changed from the Bronx into Brooklyn!
There was a guy up at the top end called Geordie Stein. He had a Jet 200, and when it was done up with all the lights and mirrors attached it was absolutely stunning.
I would have thought that Geordie Stein would have been older than you Charlie, but then again, maybe he had a harder life. I used to go out with a girl just off Lochend Road and I used to love going past Geordies house when the Lammy (or Servetta) was parked outside all moded up, what a sight.
I don't recall the Damian scooter with the dubious regi plate thank god. I certainly would not have driven a scoot with that registration number. It was bad enough going about then being hassled by neds, rockabillies, skins, punks, and teds, without the bible mob having a go as well
The first time I went down south and met Mods aged 22, 23 and older I could not believe it. I wondered how in hell they could get away with such crazy behaviour. The scooter boys (okay men) were even older on their cutdowns and flabby beer guts.
See that, that's it. That's it exactly.
Mods. Cooler than a snowman's dangly bits.
PS. more Easterhouse mods: Me! (Twinlaw St.) Wee Mick (the chef, who sometimes forgot to leave his canvas roll of chef's knives at work, and who I once saw throw somebody oot the road tae get INTAE a fight in Ayr...); Davy Martin (orange P range Vespa, went oot with Jackie Morrison), Sheeny (who is responsible for one of the funniest things I've ever seen, namely, trying to bump start his brown 50 special in front of the bandstand, heid doon and pushing hard he ran straight into the back of a parked car... absolutely fuckin priceless); Paul McDevitt (no comment); and there was somebody who used to hang about with us, what was his name now... something like "scissors"... real mental case he was... :-)
There's not many people our age who can look back on their early years and not cringe (new romantics anyone? LOL). I'm fuckin proud of what I was and what we all were. Clean living under difficult circumstances indeed.
Cheers, and have you seen Easterhouse lately? Fuck me it makes the place I grew up in look even more like the fuckin Gulag that it was.
Love.
Big Paul