Let’s hear it for 1987… a vintage year!
‘This magazine’s 30th birthday has reminded me what a great year 1987 was – best was born, Patrick Swayze was in Dirty Dancing, Rick Astley was at Number One, stonewashed denim was everywhere, and I was having the time of my life.
I was single, working in TV ( behind the scenes), renting a flat in London, and could somehow afford to go out every night and buy clothes every week.
I was obsessed with fashion, buying everything from 80s high-street fave Next. I thought I looked great but, from the self-timed pictures I took of myself – before selfies were invented – I was wrong, I looked a right state!
I read every single fashion magazine. I was a bit young for weeklies like best ( back then, there were too many knitting patterns and short stories for my liking), but the fashion glossies featured supermodels, who were the nearest thing to a celebrity you’d find in any mag.
Celebs were the preserve of TV and, with only four channels, they were always quality. Reality TV didn’t exist, so today’s obsession with minor ‘stars’ didn’t, either.
Mobile phones were still the size of phone boxes, so almost no one had one. Beer was 73p a pint, and you could buy a house in London for way under £100k.
Oh, those were the days. Congratulations, best, you don’t look a day over 30!’