How can I possibly be 53 years old when I still feel like that wisp of a 7 year old, bursting with energy, racing from the 60s to the 70s? How can it be almost 2016 when images of school milk, beetle drives, Chopper bikes and flared trousers are still so vivid in my head? A gentler age has been and gone but as long as we groovy glamsters are still around, it lives on. At least in our hearts... A Memoir - 42 Delightful Tales of Days Gone By