Free festivals were in their ascendancy and gatherings, that for many years had been small hippy affairs, swelled to many thousands of people. Suddenly, life on the road in an old £300 1960's bus, truck or trailer seemed like a bloody good option weighed against the prospect of life on the dole in some kakky city where the only values being espoused by the Tory Government were those of me, me , me and more me - what was a poor boy to do. Five of you - £60 each , forget about the Tax and Insurance (fascist claptrap), let’s just chuck a few mattresses in the back of the Bella Vega and head for the nearest festival where we will be welcomed with open arms and be swallowed up into the new age traveller family bosom - and what a beautiful, bountiful and jolly socially diverse bosom it was; anarchists, venusians, pikies, pixies, conspiracy fugitives, old school, new school, never been to fucking school - wheeler, dealers, - tryers, flyers, out and out liars - saints, sinners, all of them winners ....
