Were you a hippy/dropout/stoner/trustafarian/other in the 1970s in SW Wales? Or perhaps you were a sprog brought up on a commune, down a long track, with a dozen or so new 'brothers and sisters', and no electricity? Or were you a Welsh farmer who enjoyed free love? Come join the discussion of memory, history and social experiments in this effort to re-map an unusual existence in a beautiful place peopled by unique characters!
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hardly fair to ask J about how he feels himself. More interesting to ask how he felt to others when skirted
that was just me teasing my bro. he was SUPPOSED TO REACT!
I distinctly remember Martina knitting Jethro his own skirt - I think it was maroon. My underprivileged little brother had to ask to borrow my dresses and, I recall, perform various favours in order to access my favourite ones. (Well, maybe just the once.)
But, more seriously, we were lucky we went to a school where a boy in a skirt wouldn't get a second glance. I'm not sure how I'd deal with a son wanting to wear a dress to the local primary these days. I may agree with Eddie Izzard's demands for 'total clothing rights' but Ysgol Gynradd Rhydlewis is hardly Albro!
Kirsti
Incidentally the little boy has now grown up into an 18 stone cauliflower eared rugger bugger, but still maintains an interest in well ventilated women's clothing. [Yes, thank you Ian]
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