Back when I was in first Uni, in 1969, there was a free house where anyone could crash. A buddy of mine lived there....there were few official rules...people roaming in and out....few, if any rules, a lot of folks in sleeping bags...and a bit of free love in the atmosphere.

One night I visited a friend who had a room there....we drank and smoked quite a bit in his room, and listened to the many free albums they got through the Record of the Month club.

About three in the morning he told me he had bought a few cans of bargain basement paint, to paint his walls. "Why not do it now" I said. Well we really got into it....mixing all the colours, and oil and water based paints. I has an idea, why not create an art wall....by throwing mixtures on the wall. We did this for awhile...and it looked quite good to a couple of boozed, overtired, smoked up guys.

The next morning I was advised I was banned from ever setting foot in the free access house....because I had broken an unwritten rule. I was officially the only person ever banned from the house.

My friend continue to live there for the rest of the year...we often got around....I just never got to visit him at his room...Looking back...it is a special memory of that period. I felt it was kind of a star in my rebel hat.