We were all(in that generation) in love with American culture glimpsed on the new ITV channel. hawwaiaan Eye and 77 Sunset Strip showed us what real cars were about - huge great shiny monstrosities - not these fussy farty little Morris 1000's that were on our roads.

read Thom Gunn's poem about Elvis - that's how fixated we were.

the poetry of On the Road and raymond chandler and Bob Dylan - it was just so potent.

And when we tried to renew our vitality in that fountain - it had been screwed up, dried up and sour as piss and vinegar.

As Jeff Nuttall said in Bomb Culture - we found out tthat the only freedom for us was to spectate on The Beatles and The stones and see them enjoying their freedom.

Yes we went down to the levvy - yes it was dry.

Haul Away Joe! my arse!