After all it starts at 11pm and we want to see who wins ‘Shortest and Barest’
Float down to the Roundhouse on a Sunday afternoon
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Musings on the byways of popular culture
Shortest and Barest? Black Dwarf, probably.*
*Underground in-joke.
Nice to see the alternative society sticking it to the man by, er, luring people in with the promise of seeing naked ladies. On the other hand you could always have seen a stripper at the local pub – at least she would been being paid.
You couldn’t move for naked ladies in them days. Once Germaine Greer revealed whatever the female equivalent of meat and two veg is all over the underground press all bets were off. Non-stop shagging and perpetual nakedness were somehow feminist and possibly empowering too.
*Tamps pipe, pats dog, wanders off into brown study*
“Once Germaine Greer revealed whatever the female equivalent of meat and two veg”
“Badly packed kebab”, perhaps?
Funnily enough that very issue of Oz where GG shows off her lady garden is sitting on my desk right now, possibly still there from the last time we discussed it a few weeks ago.
Now that I look at it, “gass” does seem like the logical spelling (perhaps “gassss” to signify a leak)..
She briefly wrote for a magazine which was charmingly called Suck.
It’s a better title than Dustman’s Chuff Gazette, but only just.
That was actually October 1966 so it pre-dates the summer of love. Neither Pink Floyd or Soft Machine had released any records at that point so you probably could have booked them both for 50 quid.
McCartney of course had a major involvement with the Indica Bookshop which had moved to Southampton Row by this point.
Why, why, why, why are we stripping?