On a T-shirt in the window of a King's Road punk fashion store, circa 1977:
Fcuk Me, like the Pig I am!
Cum all over my tits!
Tell me you love me!
. . . then fuck off out.
On a skydiver in Zephyrhills, Florida, Easter 1980:
Beneath a picture of goateed shellfish wearing a beret, shades and a hooped t-shirt, sitting diggers in hand, at a gingham check cafe table, the words:
Winner: 1979 Bearded Clam Eating Contest
(I have a photo somewhere. . . )
. . . and in the same week, also in Florida, a double-take picture on a T-Shirt, which turns into my first piece of post-modern irony fashionwear.
At 1st glance it's the US Marines raising the flag on Iwo Jima - a 2nd glance reveals they're shoving the pole up Khomeini's arrse . . . .
I don't know how well that was selling a month later, after Delta Force ploughed a CH-53 into a C130 on their way to the US Embassy in Tehran, and blew the rescue of the 50-odd hostages there, to huge international embarrassment, only then to be upstaged, within a matter of days, by the SAS sorting out the Iranian embassy siege.