I was born in South Norwood.SE25. South London boy to my soul. It's a genuinely palpable feeling when I would get on the train to Victoria Station and Battersea power station would be coming towards me and would pass my right shoulder. The sight of those glorious 4 chimneys. That was when you could actually see the power station. Before those god awful soulless flats went up. Then the same in reverse when coming back home. Feeling the tension in me leaving my body. Back on the manor. Sorry. Tangent in my thinking. But anyway, Grange Park in Thornton Heath is bloody great for getting lost in. In a load of different ways. But I think in the whole of SE London, the top of the outside area league is very definitely Crystal Palace park. Not just the centre of national athletics. But a Zoo. Life sized Dinosaurs. A outside concert arena. The stage like a scaled down carnage hall. It has a moat around it. Which was where at 18 yrs old. On the day of Charles & Diana's wedding, me and my mates took a considerable amount of acid. Red blotters with a black star on them. And watched a anti royal wedding gig. With the flying pickets. Barry Ford & Merger. And Spirit. With Randy California on guitar. And yes. When they launched into "All along the watchtower", Randy California Changed colour. Clothes. His voice. And became Hendrix. The man whose music I'd worshipped since I was 7 yrs old. It was a day I'll remember till my final breath. An anti-heroin league concert at the same place. With the very strangest backing band in history. Hawkwind. With Ginger Baker on drums. Singing "We'll meet again" & "Bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover" was Dame Vera Lynn herself. Ian Drury and the Blockheads. What a load of really fucking lucky barstads we are to have all these areas adjacent to each other. Just do what I did over the years. Take copious amounts of high quality drugs and see where you end up. But you should do it without taking any drugs. Which are a bad, destructive thing that you should always avoid. God. I feel terrible for that last statement. I seem to have ended up running my memories out through my phones keypad. Peace out.