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Lady and the Punk In 1977 I was just a boy dressed in leather, walking down a derelict North London street. But I had heard a rumour. A myth. The speculated dirt on the local clothes shop, Nazis. There was a girl, a heroine. She couldn’t be true… *** I walked down the street, surely Marco had misheard. I had no idea what I was looking for, but I soon realised. You could spot the shop a mile off. It was just a normal, one-level box, but red paint had been slashed across the outside. Posters of half-naked Aryan girls in the windows. Thousands of swastikas adorning the walls. Rule Britannia was blaring out of the shop, the girls