Studying photographs posted, of shirts, ties, jackets, shoes etc. I'm beginning to think some of us are a damn sight better dressed now than we were circa 1970, if only because some of the more horrible 'boutiques' have long since shut up shop.
I'm not talking about London here, you understand, only my part of the Midlands.  Jim Ferguson probably had it right in saying that outside London styles were totally mixed up.  Watching 'Bronco Bullfrog', though, gives me the idea my neck of the woods was not the only place to suffer from sartorial chaos.  Christ, the very thought of going back to wearing that hideous stripy acrylic tank-top, 'outrageous' in '72, when glam rock was busily colliding with suedehead, smooth, call it what you will: a skinhead cut but with a dusting of glitter...  oh, and the short-lived but potent 'Clockwork Orange' influence... 

Reading about a shop called Brooks Brothers at the age of eighteen was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.