There were those who dreamed of barricades and molotov cocktails, and I would idly wish someone would blow up Euston Tower when it blocked the sky from the windows where I lived. But truly we were peaceful protesters and within the law.
Number 12 was damp and stank of cats, the ground floor window was bricked up and there was water but no plumbing.
“My learned friend has a whole army of people to assist him, while I have only my solicitor and a clerk”.
It seemed like the right way to live. It felt very comfortable for me, living with a lot of people. I’ve got various lives in different places, but that communal life is really important.
Looking back 50 years is an intriguing prospect. Most people in this 50th reunion were quite young in the 1970s… including myself, naive, chaotic, restless. Now we are 70-ish, maybe slowing down, maybe on the spectrum of retirement?
We enjoyed the flourishing social scene centred in Tolmers Square, where a derelict bank was the scene of orgiastic gigs and periodic carnivalesque celebrations.