I passed acid test - smart kids do most stupid things
I had a battle with my father in the summer of 1967. I loved Sgt Pepper. Loud. He didn't. He would tell me to turn it down and that The Beatles had gone weird. I was delighted they had. I sneaked the volume up. He took out the fuse.
I took risks to get Sgt Pepper. I had read the advance review in the NME. I loved Rubber Soul and adored Revolver but this was a mega leap further.
I was in boarding school and 'gated' for the term for generally being a smart ass. One weekend I scaled the wall and went out through the hospital on Harcourt Street. Grafton Street was the most likely place to be seen. I got to Dolphin Discs on the quays and back in over the wall with the vinyl. To have been caught would have been instant expulsion. This was in the drinking and smoking league of offences and slightly more serious than heroin.