Left school at 16 in '72, the last 6 months us girls used to sit at the back of the class with a carrier bag hung on the chair back with Crochet and wool in it, when no-one was looking we'd sit there crocheting a poncho each. On leaving school and going to work in a chemist if we didn't have the long shiny boots on we had scholls wooden sandals, skirts so short you could almost see our knickers (it's a wonder the old boys who came in with their prescriptions didn't have a heart attack in the shop) and the long maxi coats to go home in. We used to sell the musk oils, they were lovely, also outdoor girl makeup, and miners, and they did a matt wedgewood blue eyeshadow in a lipstick push up case and we ladled it on regardless of our eye colour. The number of old ladies who used to come in complaining they thought they were dieing, as they handed their script over, and sat chatting on chairs waiting for their pills, moaning about the hot fluhes and us girls had not a clue what they were on about. Those were the days.