It was 1960, I was young, had done pretty well in school, and was free to do as I liked. What I wanted to do was have plenty of sex, listen to fucking loud music, and experience the new drugs now sweeping the nation.
The truth was, I was broke, living with my parents, and was moaned at for getting in at eleven O’clock. So I made the first real decision of my young life.
I packed my meager belongings, kissed mom and dad goodbye and, got a train to London.
I only had one friend in London, Katy, I knew her from school, we always got along well, and she said she could put me up for a few weeks until I found work.
I was surprised how easy it was for me to get a job, it wasn’t much, but was enough for me to move into a room.
I loved it, London had it all, shopping, fashion, pubs, clubs, the lot, problem was I never had enough money to go and do all the things I wanted.
Then a friend of Katy’s told me about a place she worked at during the evenings.
That was it I never knew at the time but this little conversation was to get me on the road to the rest of my life