I walked with a Crombie

About a year ago, I sneered that there was nothing “authentically skinhead” about genuine Crombies. With no small amount of inverted snobbery, I suggested there was no point in getting one unless you were an “MP, diplomat or KGB agent“. Well, that was then. But last month, I sussed an unbelievable bargain for a Crombie Retro Coat in mint condition. Now I think real Crombies are the dog’s bollocks. Whereas I once scoffed at the 4-Skins’ putdown, “I wear a cheap crombie, and that’s about all”, today I sing along with conviction. Continue reading

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