Radio Gonzo

Although I physically lived through them, having been born during the balmy summer of 1959, I missed out on the sixties. I spent the vast majority of the decade living in what was then the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong, which was quite a strange place, but almost entirely divorced from what was going on in Carnaby Street or Liverpool. I had heard of The Beatles, of course, but my only memories of the four lads who shook the world are fairly fragmented ones. I remember the furore in the news at the end of 1963 when a Church of England vicar asked the band to record “Oh Come all ye Faithfull, Yeah Yeah Yeah”. A couple of years later I remembered the storm in a teacup that happened when various old soldiers sent back their MBES in protest at The Beatles getting theirs, and I remember the rumours in 1969 that Paul McCartney had died. And that is about it. I returned to England to live just under a year after Paul had announced that the band had split up, and about three years later a schoolfriend lent me c