MissAdventure
I don't think swinging was allowed in our house.
My mum wouldn't have liked it.
I was an original beatnik in the early sixties.
I left home at eighteen and slept under the West pier at Brighton.
There I met up with fellow beatniks, we played guitars on the beach while holidaymakers threw us coins.
Later on I progressed to hitchhiking around the country. And then hitchedhiked to Tangier’s and smoked the local weed, called Keef. It was certainly an experience and one I won’t forget. My favourite music was Joan Baez, Bob Dylan and a lot of modern jazz. Went to Ronnie Scott’s club a few times in soho.
Forgot to mention: I had to be repatriated from Spain on way home from Tangier as lost my passport. Got stranded at the GareduNord train station in France. Got talking to a very interesting American soldier whilst there.
There’s lots more, but all I can possibly divulge.
Just to say ‘I loved the sixties. I had a blast.’.