And some earlier teen exploits: we all told our parents we were staying at someone else’s house and slept on the shore at Venekotensee, an artificial lake down the road from the village/RAF camp near the Dutch border.
After that there was an official approved teen party in John’s cellar (German postwar blocks always have big cellars) where I slept on a smelly rolled up carpet. There are pictures of this one, very rare at the time (79) and I’m wearing a nylon pac-a-Mac and have a Xmas decoration ear ring.
And between that and Wolverhampton I was on the dole and used to hitch down from Fife to Peterborough, where 2 of the Brüggen crowd had moved. One return trip went horribly wrong (students on acid, ‘borrowed’ car, siphoning petrol in Bathgate...) and I attempted sleep on an M8 embankment and Waverley station. The latter had deliberately slidy orange plastic bucket seats to prevent vagrants like me getting comfy.
After that there was an official approved teen party in John’s cellar (German postwar blocks always have big cellars) where I slept on a smelly rolled up carpet. There are pictures of this one, very rare at the time (79) and I’m wearing a nylon pac-a-Mac and have a Xmas decoration ear ring.
And between that and Wolverhampton I was on the dole and used to hitch down from Fife to Peterborough, where 2 of the Brüggen crowd had moved. One return trip went horribly wrong (students on acid, ‘borrowed’ car, siphoning petrol in Bathgate...) and I attempted sleep on an M8 embankment and Waverley station. The latter had deliberately slidy orange plastic bucket seats to prevent vagrants like me getting comfy.
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