Thursday, 16 August 2012
Back in the 1960s when I was "jest a little ol' boy" the young men used to visit coastal resorts at holiday weekends. Some rode scooters, dressed fashionably and liked music by The Who, The Small Faces and obscure American soul records. Scooters like this one....
They were called Mods and their arch-enemies were the Rockers who rode big motorbikes, wore jeans and leather jackets and liked music by Elvis Presley, Elvis Presley and Elvis Presley. They would have liked bikes like this, though no one had that kind of money at the time...
They'd have liked to own a car like this too...
...but usually had to settle for something more like this...
There were so many old cars and bikes around that you almost expected to see Elvis around the next corner. Blimey, who's this singing "Jailhouse Rock"?
No, I know, he doesn't look much like The King and to tell the truth he didn't sound much like him either. It's probably just as well that Elvis didn't live to see some of the army of 'impersonators' around today! Never mind, this isn't Las Vegas and everyone was having a grand time and not taking themselves too seriously.
The whole event was raising money for charity and they had picked a beautiful weekend.
"It'll look great when I get it finished. Just needs a bit more work on it."
"Do you remember the fights we used to have when we rode down here in the nineteen sixties? Mind you, I still say the Kinks were better than Elvis."