A Forest hat-trick: a black T, a vest and a beanie. What am I suppose to do when the club drop an end of season 50% off sale? The black T is interesting. It’s knitwear, and not a straight forward T as I was expecting. I quite like it. Northern Soul vibes. The vest is purely for tattoo PONCEING. The beanie is a skate style that surprisingly suits my egghead. We came SO close to Three Stars on the Badge, Comrades.
A double bubble bag of FUN from G Force. Well, not directly from G Force this time, but a charming Vinted seller who was a pleasure to deal with.
I’m increasingly of the opinion that these old 90’s garms are getting rarer and rarer to source. See online, BUY. And so here we have a trademark G Force gilet from back in the day, and a pair of baggy jeans.
To quote that great philosopher, erm, Sean Dyche:
“Baggy jeans, skinny jeans, baggy jeans, skinny jeans.”
I’m very much of the baggy variety these days. I reserve the right to change my opinion tomorrow, depending on the weather.
I couldn’t resist the purchase. Both sizes were spot on for me. The seller warned of very old items of clothing, that will certainly need some TLC and cleaning.
Huh? They arrived pretty much box fresh, smelling of roses. Maybe the seller has particularly high standards - or I have rather low ones.
I’m half expecting now to get the call up from some telly production company when a talking heads documentary about the old G Force Hockley store is made:
“We hear you have the largest collection of classic G Force clothing. Would you like to share your thoughts?”
Cool as fuck, innit,
A pair of LUSH Nike Air Max 1/97 Sean Wotherspoons. GEDDIN!
I’m not normally a sneaker head. But I couldn’t resist these. I first clocked them on a dude at the chemists whilst I was waiting for a prescription. I discreetly took a snap, and then Chat GPT filled me in with the details later.
I was hopeful of maybe £50 for a second hand pair. Multiply that by at least ten, and you’re in the right ball park figure.
OUCH.
But OF COURSE there’s no way I’m paying that. I did manage to source a pair at a fraction of the average selling price. The only downer is that the tread is pretty much fucked.
No worries. I’ve found an online company that can repair this for £50. Let’s see what comes back.
I probably won’t wear them. But that’s not the point, is it?
Some more G Force goodness, all the way from the Fair City. I’ve been LUSTING over a G Force original gilet for some time now. I’ve only ever seen a couple of the BEAUTS from the old Hockley shop appear online.
I did win one on eBay last year. And then the dickhead seller pulled out, claiming that she had sold it elsewhere, minutes after she bumped up the price on Vinted.
Hey hoe.
But wait! What’s this? Mr G Force posed on Insta last week some pics of some of the new gilets as part of the Re-engineered range. Oh LOVELY. I’ll have a bit of that please.
The deal was done, and then this G Force 2026 style cashmere dropped in the post. It fits perfectly, and with good timing as well. Spring and early summer are made for gilets, right?
PONCE. And proud.
Another B.A.D cap. It’s not quite one of the incredibly rare corduroy editions from the late 80’s. On the few occasions these crop up on ebay, prices usually start at around £100. No baseball cap is worth £100. Instead here we have a 2011 version from the B.A.D reunion tour. Job’s a good ‘un.
B.A.D were a fantastic band. Mick managed to reinvent himself post-Clash, and then continually keep on reinventing the band as the line up and technology around him changed. They were very much of their time, reflecting street style and then the early days of rave. Yet at the core was always the same punk spirit.
A couple of G Force beanies, all the way from the Fair City. It’s Nottingham NG1 heritage, right?
These were originally only available in person at a couple of pre-Christmas events back in the Fair City. Sadly time and tide kept me away.
A few DM’s later, and a deal was done. They’re bloody lovely and fit to perfection.
The 0602 is nice call back to the old dialling code. The orange thread is the exact same colour scheme of a G Force 90’s cardigan that is still going strong for me.
Jase wears G Froce, innit.
But when, exactly?
I seem to spend most of my time these days aresing around, wfh in my indoor trackies.
More NEW BITS, via This is Clobbered once again.
K-Way is a new brand to me. It specialises in retro cagoules. The USP is that the zip is at the centre of the design.
Apparently they are all the rage amongst the kids.
I still count, right?
This reminds me of the Nike cagoule craze back at school in the early days of hip hop. Some bastard nicked mine from the cloakroom. It was returned a few months later with fag burns.
I bloody hated school, tbh.
But here I am, still living out those early electro fantasies, still got it.
Just.
This look needs a pair of ski goggles btw to complete it. This was the style back in ‘84, and I see no reason not to ponce it up once again.
I actually bought a pair of ski goggles from Lidl last week.
No shit.
The Postman Delivers:
Rubber. BLACK rubber.
And so we have a Swedish Stutterheim rain mac. So what if the ebay listing was under FETISH?
It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it, etc.
There’s a shopping story behind this, involving R. The last shopping story involving R was centred around buying underpants in the West End.
This time we found ourselves along Ken High Street, doing the charity shop run. You always get a better class of charity shop hauls on this side of town, compared to say, erm, Streatham.
And there it was, staring me right in the face: a magnificent green Stutterheim mac.
“Go on, try it on”
I needed no encouragement from R.
The size ever so slightly put me off; the price tag more so.
A quick online shifty in the shop, and the £150 wasn’t that outrageous. But I had to let it go.
The clincher was that it looks like a fisherman’s mac. I live in a bloody fishing village. I couldn’t get away with that.
“Go on, YOU try it on”
…I told R. It suited him better tbh.
He umm-ed and ahh-ed and attempted to text B to see if she was cool with this.
JUST BLOODY BUY IT.
And so he did.
“You can always shift it on ebay”
…I reasoned.
A couple of hours later and I was back in the flat, searching for a Stutterheim black mac.
BINGO.
A week later and it arrived.
R and I are the Rubber Twins around Town. We look like we are heading out together for a specialist party.
#ponce
#rubberponce
A pair of G Force winkle pickers.
Sharp, in every sense. So what if they are one size too big for me? This is only the second pair of G Force originals that I’ve seen appear online.
My main memory from the old Hockey shop back in the early 80’s wasn’t the knitwear; it was the front display of shoes similar to these.
I even bought a pair as a Boy About Town around ‘83. They were as Cool as Fuck then as they are now.
The pair that turned up this week must be over forty years old. The quality of the leather has served them well.
They’ve still got many more years worth of wear left in them. Chuff knows when I will get the chance, but y’know - that’s not the point, is it?
The chase is always better than the kill.
BUY NOW.
Some more G Force clobber.
Or a denim waistcoat - cream, natch - in the traditional rough and ready G Force street style.
The label dates it from anytime between 1994 - 2004. It’s in bloody good nick as well.
A deal had to be done with the seller. I think he got the better of me, but y’know - BUY NOW whilst these vintage Nottingham retro pieces are still around.
That’s how I justify it, anyway.
It’s gone straight in the G Force section of the wardrobe.
Whaddya mean your non-OCD wardrobe organisation isn’t themed?
I doubt if I will wear it until mid-summer. Or even not at all. But that’s not really the point, is it?
Jase Wears G Force, etc.
