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Warrior in woolworths Woolworths, one of the UK’s longest running high street general stores, has recently gone into administration. This has heralded much discussion of the guts being ripped out of the “traditional British High Street” – discussions which are underlined with a heavy dose of nostalgia for times gone by.<\/p>\n It’s wrong to stick the boot in when someone is on the ground but my local branch has seemed a bit directionless for years –\u00a0an uninspiring array of DVDs and computer games, piles of remaindered books and a bargain basement selection of kitchen equipment and kids’ clothes. The toys selection is (was?) OK, so our main reason for visiting has been to sort out material for kids’ birthday parties.<\/p>\n Warrior in woolworths It wasn’t always thus. Pre-internet and even pre-catalogue shops like Argos, Woolies was pretty exciting. As a small child there was something wondrous about the vast layers of sweets in the “pick and mix” section – something which united kids and pensioners alike. In fact I remember being profoundly shocked, as a child, when I saw an ancient old man shoplifting from the pick ‘n’ mix – my whole perception of old people being respectable and boring was completely shattered! We exchanged glances and I’m sure my expression changed from horror to a wry smile…<\/p>\n In the early eighties Woolworths became a sort of pseudo living room for me on Saturday mornings. They had all the consumer durables that were absent from my family home. An Atari video game which was sometimes left on with joysticks attached (but usually without). Racks of seven inch singles – the entire Top 40 mapped out in picture sleeves. And the focal point – a large TV monitor with a showreel playing highlights of the VHS video cassettes that were for sale. This was in the days when there were only 3 channels on the telly and probably before the inception of breakfast TV. (My daughter simply doesn’t believe this.)<\/p>\n The showreel was a series of hints – little slabs of media which would fire your imagination but never satisfy. Bob Hoskins shouting and a pub exploding in “The Long Good Friday”, Freddie Mercury gyrating in skin-tight leather for the video of “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, and some films which were probaby straight-to-video, like one I remember about a vigilante truck driver who went around terrorising kids who were interfering with the ambulance signals with their CB radios. Some Saturdays there would be a crowd of us watching it all the way through, maybe more than once.<\/p>\n My local “Our Price” was an intimidating place to be for a twelve year old – lots of towering teenagers in leather jackets, a bewlidering array of arcane material, surly counter staff. Of course I fell in love with the place a few years later, but Woolworths had a much more homely feel to it.<\/p>\n And so it came to be that one Saturday I reached up and handed over my saved up pocket money to the unthreateningly mumsy woman behind the counter and got a copy of Adam and The Ants’ “Kings of the Wild Frontier” on cassette in return. My first album, which I still have\u00a028 years later. It still sounds great, too. Well, the actual cassette sounds terrible, but the mp3s I downloaded the other day are wicked – top pop tribalism all round.<\/p>\n Warrior in woolworths Amongst the nostalgia for pick ‘n’ mix there is also a\u00a0feeling of dread. In an era of uncertainty it is perhaps only natural to look back to a time when things seemed more friendly – when it was less clear that our lives were\u00a0dictated by forces completely outside our control.<\/p>\n I doubt that the woman who sold me my first album is still working, but her counterparts across the UK have unemployment snapping at their heels. It’s easy to romanticise the bleakness of boarded up shop windows and empty shopping centres populated by punks and skinheads when looking back at the 1980s, but it’s not much fun when that becomes a prospect in the here and now. So, unplug the jukebox…<\/p>\n Warrior in woolworths Humble he may seem Behind his serville innocence He plots and he schemes Woolworths, one of the UK’s longest running high street general stores, has recently gone into administration. This has heralded much discussion of the guts being ripped out of the “traditional British High Street” – discussions which are underlined with …<\/p>\n
\nHumble he may seem
\nBehind his serville innocence
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\nHis roots are in today
\nDoesn’t know no history
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