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80s Newcastle nostalgia: the looks, nights out and days out you’ll remember
If you grew up in 80s Newcastle, you’ll know the city had a look, a sound, and a smell all of its own. It was stonewash denim from Geordie Jeans, gold studs from Ratners, and a Saturday that wasn’t complete without a wander round Eldon Square.
It was the Chronicle seller’s cry ringing down Northumberland Street and the swoop of the shuggy boats on Whitley Bay beach. Once you were old enough, or could pass for it, it was a spin on the revolving dance floor of the Tuxedo Princess.
So we’ve dug out the memories. Here are the looks, the nights out, and the days out that shaped a generation of Geordies, plus where you can still get a taste of them today.
DOUBLE DENIM FROM GEORDIE JEANS? YOU’D NAILED IT
Stonewash jeans with a matching jacket wasn’t a fashion crime in 80s Newcastle. It was the uniform. Geordie Jeans was where you got kitted out, and you’d walk back up the street in stiff new denim feeling every inch the pop star. The paler and more mottled the wash, the cooler you were, and a few badges pinned to the collar finished the look.
SCHOOL WOULDN’T ALLOW ANYTHING BUT GOLD STUDS FROM RATNERS
Image credit: I Grew Up In The 70s & 80s
Getting your ears pierced at the Metrocentre was a rite of passage. Then the collecting started: tiny gold studs from Ratners on Northumberland Street, because anything bigger got you a word from your head of year. You’d line them up on your dressing table, swap them every weekend, and save the hoops for when nobody from school could see.
YOUR SATURDAY WASN’T COMPLETE WITHOUT BENETTON
United Colours of Benetton was a wall of colour. Jumpers in every shade you could think of sat folded in perfect stacks, and you couldn’t resist unfolding them. You’d hold up a bright green knit, then a cobalt one, while the assistant hovered nearby, ready to fold it all back up the second you left. Nobody had heard of outlet villages, so a Benetton label was a proper investment and you wore it with pride.
THE BOAT’S REVOLVING DANCE FLOOR KEPT THE WHOLE NIGHT SPINNING
Image credit: Get Into Newcastle
From December 1983, a night out in Newcastle could mean a night out on the water. The Tuxedo Princess was a former car ferry moored on the Gateshead side of the Tyne, and everyone in the queue just called it “the Boat”. Inside, the dance floor revolved, so you’d lose your mates mid-song and find them again a few turns later. Stepping back into the cold quayside air at the end of the night was half the magic.
C&A’S WHERE YOU FOUND YOUR PARTY SPARKLE
A Christmas party meant one thing: a trip to C&A at the Metrocentre to browse the sparkly dresses. You’d flick through rails of sequins, taffeta, and puff sleeves, holding each one up against yourself in the mirror. The one that rustled when you walked always won. Whatever you picked, it was the most glamorous thing you’d ever owned, at least until next December.
THE METROCENTRE’S WHERE RA-RA SKIRTS AND LA GEAR LIVED
Image credit: Rare Historical Photos
When the Metrocentre opened in 1986, it felt like the future had landed in Gateshead. It was miles of shops under one roof, from Woolworths to C&A, and you’d spend your pocket money on whatever was hot that month. A ra-ra skirt that flounced when you spun was a must. LA Gear trainers with sparkly laces were the dream, and if you got both, you were the coolest kid in the playground.
YOU’D SWING ON THE SHUGGY BOATS, THEN BRAVE THE CORKSCREW
Image credit: Peter Shearer, Classic Photos of Newcastle upon Tyne
A summer day at Whitley Bay started on the beach, where the shuggy boats were the main event. You’d grab the rope, pull with everything you had, and try to swing higher than the boat next to you, shrieking every time it tipped towards the top.
Then it was over to Spanish City, where hot doughnuts and candyfloss scented the funfair beside the big white dome. You’d scream your way through the ghost train and, if you were brave enough, queue for the Corkscrew roller coaster. It wasn’t a proper day out until your legs had stopped shaking.
JELLY SHOES WEREN’T MADE FOR ANYTHING BUT PLODGING AT TYNEMOUTH
Image credit: Sun Jellies
Somewhere in your mam’s photo albums there’s a picture of you plodging on the rocks at Tynemouth in jelly shoes. They came in see-through pink, blue, or glittery purple, squeaked with every step, and filled with sand within minutes. They rubbed your heels raw by the end of the day, and you loved them anyway.
YOU COULDN’T WEAR JUST ONE SCRUNCHIE
Image credit: Crafty Genes
Velvet, neon, or polka dot, scrunchies were the accessory of the decade, and one was never enough. You’d stack three or four round your bun at once and keep a spare on your wrist. For anything more daring, there was Baba Yaga in the Metrocentre. You’d buy a yin-yang ring and wear it until your finger went green, and come home smelling of sandalwood joss sticks that your mam swiftly confiscated.
THE TYNESIDE SUMMER EXHIBITION’S WHERE YOUR HOLIDAYS PEAKED
Image credit: Jeremy Webb, Classic Photos of Newcastle upon Tyne
Summer in 80s Newcastle meant the Tyneside Summer Exhibition. It opened with a parade through town, complete with the Lord Mayor’s coach outside the Civic Centre, and it felt like the whole city had turned out to watch. You’d head home tired, sticky, and clutching whatever you’d talked your mam into buying, already counting down to next year.
THERE WASN’T ANYTHING MORE MAGICAL THAN FENWICK’S TOY FAIR
Image credit: Jeremy Webb, Classic Photos of Newcastle upon Tyne
Going up the escalator to the third floor of Fenwick at Christmas still gives you butterflies. The toy fair was a wonderland, with a visit to Santa as the grand finale. There’s probably a photo somewhere of you in a glitter wig from the fair, looking very pleased with yourself.
YOU’D HEAR RONNIE GILL LONG BEFORE YOU SAW HIM
Image credit: Joe Tolitt, Classic Photos of Newcastle upon Tyne
Northumberland Street had its own soundtrack, and Ronnie Gill was it. The Evening Chronicle seller’s call was so distinctive that he became known as the voice of the North. You’d hear it over the buses and the Saturday crowds, and it meant one thing: the paper was out. Years later, the Chronicle turned his cry into a mobile ringtone, which tells you how deep it got under Geordie skin.
MAM’S WARDROBE MEANT WALLIS AND DOROTHY PERKINS
Image credit: Building our Past
When your mam went shopping for new clothes, you went too, which meant Wallis and Dorothy Perkins. The changing rooms were communal, so you’d sit cross-legged on the floor trying not to look while a row of women tried on blouses in front of one big mirror. It was mortifying at the time and it’s hilarious now.
INTERNACIONALE’S WHERE WE LEARNED TO LOVE A PILLAR CANDLE
Image credit: Athena Art
Before anyone said “interiors”, there was Internacionale in Eldon Square. It’s where you first learned that a room could have a look, thanks to chunky pillar candles, raffia boxes, and plenty of wicker. Up the way, Athena handled your bedroom walls, so you’d have a poster of a ginger kitten in a brandy glass above the bed and a palm-tree rubber in your pencil case.
Rachael Ellis
Head of Content
After gaining a first in her BA Media and Journalism degree at Northumbria University, Rachael worked at Newcastle’s leading regional newspaper with her stories being picked up in national and global newspapers. She spent two very successful years giving a voice to those communities across the North East who otherwise…
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