Were you a hippy/dropout/stoner/trustafarian/other in the 1970s in SW Wales? Or perhaps you were a sprog brought up on a commune, down a long track, with a dozen or so new 'brothers and sisters', and no electricity? Or were you a Welsh farmer who enjoyed free love? Come join the discussion of memory, history and social experiments in this effort to re-map an unusual existence in a beautiful place peopled by unique characters!
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Does anyone remember the time that Giles made an entrance at a gig in the Shed with a chainsaw going, grabbed Scarf and pretended to saw him in half? (The actual saw bit was not attached).
I don't remember that - wish i did! But i do remember serving behind the food/drink counter at various gigs. Once i served a hells angel character who tried to run off with a Newcy-Brown that i'd handed him, without paying - i remember being indignant and trying to grab the bottle back, i like to think i got it! I'm guessing i would have been about 9 years old at the time. Thinking about it, could i sue my parents for child labour, let alone serving alcohol at god knows what hour? hmmmmm......
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