Same here
I was forced to grow up or become a full-time renegade - and chose the latter. Sometimes I'm not sure I made the right choice...

I'd give my right bollock to be back on the 80s free festival trail. It was like nothing you'll ever see in your life in these sanitised times. They were like going back in time to a medieval county fayre or the back streets of Victorian London - full of proper vagabonds, scary old fellers with battered top hats with feathers in and tin whistles, actual vagrants and some incredible characters.

The whole experience was a bit scary at times but I never saw much more than petty thievery and drunken fighting - nothing like the armed drug robberies I saw in the rave years. Gentler people in gentler times, united by genuine outsider status rather than the false mateyness of ecstasy takers.


/misty-eyed old hippie
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 18:24, 1 reply)

I miss a lot from those days.
But that life was never for me, I'm too clean and lazy to live such a bohemian existence all the time.

The parties were ace, though.
( Moey, Wed 15 Apr 2009, 11:45, closed)