The return of 80s fashion disasters

A WKD and she's yours. Oh no, that's MC Hammer

I don't really know where to begin with this one. There's very few redeeming features about the 1980s. With a few notable exceptions, the music was shit. The television was shit. Cinema was hardly in its Golden Age. And then there were the clothes. Sweet baby Jesus, the clothes.

I myself was born in the early 80s. That means that I have few memories of this horrific decade. But who needs memories when you can relive the popular fashions of the day over 20 years later?

First, the men. STOP WEARING STUPID, BIG BAGGY T-SHIRTS! You look like you're wearing donated clothes that have been stretched out of shape. Something women - think Breakfast Club-era Molly Ringwald - could perhaps get away with, albeit in an ironic way. Why not go the whole hog and wear a 'Frankie Says Relax' t-shirt? Oh wait, you have one of those too? You fucking idiot.

Now for the ladies. The jump suit/parachute pants/pyjama bottom look. I don't know quite what to call it. But put it this way: the parachute pant look was so bad, the most famous exponent of it was MC Hammer. MC Hammer (yes, I know he was in the 90s, but you get the point).

I don't really know what else to add. Oh wait, yes I do.

No amount of floral design should feature on the legs, particularly not that much; in a strong wind your legs look like two yachts in a race; the crumpled waist look is, frankly ridiculous; and the cheap Elizabeth Duke jewellery you wear with the jump suit is just that: cheap. Essentially, the only girls/women wearing these ridiculous outfits are slags who can now remove their entire outfit in one. That way they can jump into bed as quickly as possible with any chav that buys them a Blue WKD.

You people sicken me.