Massive bunch of keys, Jethro Tull 1978 tour shirt held together with globules of sweat, distended belly, preference for speaking a strange numeric Esperanto ("One, two. One two.")

Still much in evidence.

Did yours come wearing a flat cap and covered in soot? Because mine was about 14 and wore jeans and a t-shirt.

Funeral directors haven't changed much.

Can't say I'd noticed that one. Must be an Islington thing.

I noticed this the other day when one of my kids went on a school trip. The guy looked just like I remember them. Shirt and tie, but both ill fitting - shirt too tight and tie ending midway up the paunch. Greasy-ish hair.

My chimney sweep had a weird helmet affair which blew fresh air into his face - it looked a bit Star Wars. Also, he didn't bring a nine-year-old boy with him to send up the chimney.

Seem to be locked into the clothing time warp. Like the episode of Father Ted referring to the Priest's outfitters where only Priest's could buy black socks. Those released to the general public were only very, very, very, very, very dark blue.

Art gallery curators....50 something male - yellow shirt, blue blazer, sky blue cravat. Uniform.

Oh - and commercial airline pilots. Unchanged since inception. Even Bruce Dickinson looks officious and learned.

Our local butcher is a ruddy chap, full of bonhomie, who looks as of the only non-meat part of his diet is the occasional piece of parsley intended as garnish and eaten by accident

watching Timothy Dalton as Bond in The Living Daylights. There's at least one bit where secret agents are dressing up as a milkman and I thought how sad it was that wouldn't happen any more. Maybe the art of disguise is dead?

Always seem to have the same reverence for posture and appearance that i remember from way back.

They make a play about diversity in the ranks, but whenever you hear one of them on the Today programme it always seems to be Sir Jock Stirrup or Sir Tarquin Frightfully-Smoothe.

Always female and always slightly scary.

in white reggae bands who only play free festivals. Either they're a little white rasta or wearing granddad shirts and braces. With a cap.

and chelsea pensioners. Also it always makes me smile if you walk down Hatton Garden and see the guys who work in diamond dealerships many of them wearing their orthodox jewish attire and looking like someone from 1890's London all except the Blackberry in their hand old and new in harmony.

I know they exist, but they seem deliver at 2.30 in the morning. I occasionally hear the low hum of their vans, and the clinking of bottles, but the driver is a ghostly figure. Didn't they used to come just before you had breakfast and set off for school? Whereas postmen have gone the other way, and the first post is now about 9.30.

Be honest now! Are we living in the ultimate glass house with a handful of stones?

music journo 'look' since about 1988?

hasn't changed at all. Well, he might have a different pair of jeans but who knows?

seem to be the same, too.

Funny enough I was just looking at some photos of my grandad . He was a painter like myself but although he was wearing his white bib and brace he also had a shirt and tie on. I remember when I started on the sites 20 odd years all the tradesmen wore shirt and ties underneath their overalls.

Bars, hairdressers, coffee shops - are all back in black. Why?

If male:

- Painstakingly styled jaggy haircut stiff with gel
- Intricatley trimmed beards
- Immaculately ironed shirt in a vivid colour shade (purple, orange, turquiose)
- A tie in a different but equally vivid shade or design that somehow seems to match.
- Tight-fitting suit trousers.
- A heavy looking metal-strapped watch.

I've seen untold thousands of these people at work. They ALL look the same.*

*Except the ones that don't

That you still believe in Father Christmas Mr Hepworth. We have to make do with our imaginary chimney - hey ho. Merry xmas!

Toreros,Picadors and Banderilleros not many down Deptford high street (the tapas bar closed) I know but I bet somebody round lives with a toss of a cape from a corrida.

Martin Shaw, bubble perm aside, looks more or less the same as he did in the late 70's. You wouldn't recognise Lewis Collins these days though.

Astronauts
Circus ringmasters and
Women behind the make up counter in Boots

as orange as ex Aberdeen manager Jimmy Calderwood?
He is as orange as something very orange indeed.
If someone can post a fotie thing to show how orange he was, it would be nice.
He is fondly remembered by Dunfermline supporters as, and I quote: "fat orange tangoman judas bastard".

Still the same.

Male: Middle-aged, gravitas, suit, tie. Not generally regarded as sex-symbols by the ladies of the nation.

Female: Bit younger. Posh. Achingly sexy in a way that makes men bite lumps out of the coffee-table.

Selina Scott, Fiona Bruce or Susanna Reid? You choose..

..would surely be achingly sexy in any job?

Wants me massive.

Known fact.

I can tell these things.

in Acton who is the best Morrissey hair-alike I've ever seen. Lovely fella actually: dead polite and helpful. I've always thought that as a teen he bought into the whole Morrissey bookishness thing and just saw it through to its natural conclusion. .....
On the direction this thread has taken...Natasha Kaplinsky anyone?

at Solihull ice rink in the mid-late 1980s who had the beer-bottle lenses in his specs but had a Fergal Sharkey haircut complete with quiff. We used to point and chant (imaginatively) 'Fer-gall, Fer-gall', as he circled the ice slowly.

haven't changed - Check shirt with green tie, buttoned up woolly Arran pullover. Lining up to leave work just before the bell with their Thermos flasks and sandwich boxes.

I haven't worked in a community pharmacy for about 10 years but when I did I always wore a suit and tie, not a white coat.

Do any pharmacists still cling to the white coat image?

still terrifying is it safe is it safe ? still the same still terrifying

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