I used to live in the Lake District and often went for a night drive with my friend Woody in his Dodge Challenger. We drove past the oil refinery in Crissier listening to Nina Hagen,The Alan Parsons Project,Pink Floyd and Level 42 on specially for the occasion recorded tapes. Obviously stoned out of our brains on whatever we could lay our hands on...that was in the late '70s...nowadays just need to call n'order and fifteen minutes later some asshole shows up on a scooter with your poison of choice. All the fun has gone out of it... What the fuck has the world come to?
