I was just listening to some Depeche Mode and it reminded me of when I had my Porsche 944 as I had a strict 80s policy in the car.
At the time I had fuck all responsibility and they were stupid cheap to buy. Mine was £1800 for a 1989 2.7l. About the same as a 8 year old Polo back then.
I fitted a 1980s car phone within days of owning it.
One day our work sent out an email that we must dress smart as clients were coming around.
Now I was in my early 20s at the time and as such dressed like a tramp for work.
Me and my mate decided to go full 80s Gecko, me in my Porsche him in his 80s Alfa. Slicked back hair, red braces the lot.
We rocked up in the car park of the shitty building we worked in revving engines and blaring 80s tunes.
As we strutted across the car park in full 80s character one of the reps from the business below us flagged us down to tell us off for reving engines.
The company below us was Tessa, the sellotape company that wasnt sellotape.
I snapped my braces as my mate pushed up his aviators.
Probably the bossest and only boss thing I will ever do.
At the time me and my mates lived in an "Executive House" from the 80s that had been left to shit. Had an arcade machine and Snes hooked up to a projector in the garage as well.
Proper 80s dream.
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