I only visit, of course: infrequently nowadays.  I used to stay with friends in Streatham in the early 80s.  That seemed a pleasant enough area.  My wife lived in Enfield and other parts of North London after graduation, and learned to drive there.  I can well imagine the grimness.  A tough place to be if you're poor.

Geezers don't do gushing.

Anyone heard the Derrick Harriott version of The Equals' Black Skinned Blue Eyed Boys?  It's a disco classic by one of my favourite reggae artists, it's a killer.  If you're not into disco and/or reggae but appreciate funky music then I think you will be impressed.

I'm a dedicated Guardian reader, and I am dismayed by racism, be it in any continent.  I'm sure plenty of non-Guardian readers share those feelings.  I doubt I conform to Kingstonian's perception of Guardian readers.  I don't eat organic muesli, although I do eat organic porridge, and own several pairs of sandals.  I've never worn a tie dyed item of clothing.

Robert Hughes is a rather more impressive individual than Herbie Goins... Like the way the South African is dressed. This is a wonderful piece that makes me feel very very nostalgic. Thanks.

I can't remember any Woody Allen look alikes shopping in the Squire shop back in '69. Not on a Saturday morning. I can remember plenty of Mohair, sta-prest, Desert boot wearing 16/17 year olds looking for authentic Made in USA clothes. Shoes were top of the list, if you already owned a Harrington, and the USA shirts to replace our Ben Sherman copies were coveted. The shoes once bought would have been highly polished and kept in near pristine condition.
Kingstonian knows what he is writing about but he is too polite describing Danny Dyer as a numpty. My peer group would have called him a hoho and we wouldn't have been using the term in its friendly sense.

This piece hasn't half brought the geezers out of the woodwork hasn't it? It's alright being a geezer when you're 17 but not 4 decades later.