The Punk ceilidh in 1977 was great fun. Somebody even started a counter "Punk shall not come to Sidmouth" campaign. Although I think it was started as a joke, a large number of the people who joined this opposing faction, took it quite seriously.

There was an advert in the Sidmouth News for "A Ear, Nose, Lip piercing workshop, to be held in the LNE men's toilet - bring your own needle, cotton-wool, and Dettol". Sidmouth completely sold out of Bin-Liners, Safety Pins, and Razor Blades.

The event itself was wonderful, Taffy as usual had devised some special dances: "OK there men - form arches - get those armpits going, I want to smell the B.O. from here, Ladies pogo up the middle holding their noses . . . . etc". I won a spot prize for a (simulated) puke over the M.C.

The "Ceilidh at the end of the universe" was also a riot. It was late starting (due to congestion on the hyper-route from Alpha Centuri, we were told) and the crowd were incited to riot by "Majikthise" and "Vroomfondel". This was sorted out by them being "arrested" by the Sidmouth Police who informed us that "It's not easy being a Cop !" I went as as Slartibartfast and Sheila Finn was the triple-breasted whore from Erotica 5. I seem to remember one lady naked except for a tiny thong all sprayed all over with silver paint. There were also some excellent Zaphod Beeblebroxs and other characters. However, none of us ever managed to hyper-port from one end of the set to the other properly, which according to Taffy spoilt most of dances.

We could really do with something like this again.