You forgot to mention “rainbow ties”.

“Back in March, as our television screens were over-run with handsome young rebels (and plenty more dodgy ones) in keffiyahs, combat fatigues, T-shirts and boots, I told you that it was only a matter of time before fashion took up the look.”

Not much of a prediction then.

[Daphne – The look is more than a keffiyah, ‘sweet’.]

The year is 1985.

What next, the Peruvian cap? Pink Doctor Martens? Dreadlocks and Indian wrap skirts?

How I miss rock chicks…..

[Daphne – Somebody never fails to pop in to remind me that Maltese people think and read things literally. I had and wore a keffiyah when I was 16, ‘sweet’. That was 31 years ago, even before Super One Byon Jo Zammit’s mother began to turn tricks with her legs splayed open for the Labour Macina propaganda camera. Before, too, Saviour Balzan’s Julia Farrugia (and I’m beginning to reinterpret the use of that possessive judging by how ferociously and passionately he defends the short and bouncy minx) had a daddy who drove Karmenu Vella around with something fascinating in the glove compartment. Keffiyahs did not come into use by Western students and the like ‘preceding the Arab Spring by a couple of years’, but in the Jimi Hendrix era. That’s a l-o-n-g time ago. Ask the Libyans how long 42 years is.]