Carneby Street outside ‘The Roaring Twenties’ early evening and two or three spades are hanging around the doorway waiting for business. Cars stop in the street not bothering to pull over or park and the guys rush over to make the deal, grass, acid, whatever. Nobody looks, a copper walks by on the other side, more interested in the latest see-through fashion in ‘Granny Takes a Trip.’ Going into the basement with Norman, spade territory, smells of hash, patchouli, joss sticks; funny looks but we play them at table football, badly, drink rum and coke and smoke Balkan Sobrany. Everyone’s cool. Outside it’s night and the crowd is gathering outside the ‘Twenties’. Girls in micro-minis with kohled eyes and vermillion lips, long haired guys with flares, Frank Zappa moustaches, joints hanging out of mouths. Everyone’s cool.
Taken from ‘The Way and The Light’