Kenny Everett (c1960)

I used to think caftans were the thing to wear, all loose and flowy and easy to put on. But, of course, I’d have been lynched for wearing anything like that in Liverpool. That’s another daft thing: nobody objected to people walking around in shoes which piled your toes on top of one another, and with mounds of white margarine in your hair, but if you’d trolled down Lime Street in a caftan – WALLOP!