when i was young it was bellbottoms, lace, indian embroidered clothes, gypsy headscarves and hand embroidered jeans. Psychadelic face and body paint, black eye makeup and indian jewellery. My boyfriends had long hair, played the guitar and wrote poetry, and my father told me they looked like a bunch of queens living off the streets. one old boyfriend was notorious for once rollerskating around the lake in Canberra, while wearing a tutu and tripping on LSD.

yes, the young people of today are missing something...

I am severely disappointed that my tall, handsome, blue eyed son won't grow his hair long, and have told him he looks like a fascist with his short haircut. My children have grown up to be materialistic yuppies - where did i go wrong?

freda