|Geordie Jeans on Grainger Street, Newcastle|
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I wore that outfit to the local community centre disco and I can actually remember people commenting how nice it was and asking where I'd bought it. Thinking back, I must have looked like I was covered in a huge pile of yellow vomit. But that was the early nineties for you.
As I got a bit older, and my fashion sense began to change (although I am still partial to a bit of psychedelic mustard), I started to see Geordie Jeans in a slightly different way. I graduated onto Internacionale and (if I was feeling flush) Miss Selfridge. Geordie Jeans became somewhere I'd turn my nose up at; a shopping destination for (for want of a better word) charvas. By the time it closed almost a decade later, I hadn't been in for years, but I still felt a tinge of sadness that a Geordie institution had come to it's end. Nowadays, if I hear people discussing Geordie Jeans it's always with fond memories and that's how I think of it too.
Do you remember Geordie Jeans?