Two Winter-of-Discontent original special punks - lad with a mauve mohican. Around 1979 I'd say. Girl a bit less convincing. A goth as well. Always more comforting than the times when there's a policeman at the back of the bus. A drunken bloke singing Que Sera Sera, dolefully.
I was wearing a Weimar Industrialist's wife outfit. Like the enemy party in a John Heartfield photomontage.
The bus hurtled apace, past the Orange Lodge which was trying to entice people in with TWO car boot sales. Tuesday and Friday. After all the sectarian jamboree isn't too far away.