The red crushed velvets


Back in 1969 I would do my shopping in Richmond-upon- Thames. It had boutiques that Barnes did not! It was there that I acquired a pair of red crushed velvet trousers. These trousers disturbed my relatives that evidently were not sure where this choice of clothes was taking me. In reality they made a strong contrast from the City suit I wore during the working week.

At this time and with my 17 years of age the attraction was going to Piccadilly  Circus. Something was always happening there and I would spend whole weekends there. There was a fantastic atmosphere. Young people from all over the world would gather there. All of a sudden some demonstration was organized and youngsters showed that they were not happy about the way things were going. Cries for Mao Tse Tung were on many demonstrators lips.  This was the Hippie period at the aftermath of the 68 events. The Vietnam War was raging on and everybody was against it. Italian partisan songs- Avanti o popolo, alla riscossa Bandiera rossa, bandiera rossa … would be followed by Spanish Civil War songs making mockery of Pablo Franco and his wife… La mujer de Paco Franco  bumbala, bumbala, bumbala…

A bit down Green Park some large mansion was occupied by homeless hippies and defended by Hells Angels. The police came in and got them out to everybody’s disgust and sense of injustice. It wasn’t fair! These were exciting times and I could not find anything more entertaining than those weekends doing my bit for world revolution on my red crushed velvet trousers!

Earl’s Court, mon amour.

 earls court station

It’s a fact. Earl’s Court was a great place to be in the beginning of the seventies. Near to everything and with the underground station serving the most important lines- District and Piccadilly- who needed a car? Plenty of restaurants, a bookstore, Wimpy bars, Pizza Hut and other fast food giants, launderette and Drycleaners, Pubs, in short, the ideal place for the common bachelor with little money to live his adventures.

Some excitement was at times provided when travelling without a ticket on the tube. If caught we were tourists and once when Gilberto Matos was stopped in Piccadilly and asked to produce a ticket he did not have, and pressed to answer where he came from- the answer popped out as Portugal instead of Earl’s Court! Great times, with lots of laughter and perhaps not as carefree as one would like to remember it today!   We were, in short, on our way somewhere but not quite sure what it would be.

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