"The slap of a wood bat on a leather ball, followed by intense giggling and the sound of fabric rustling. Its five oclock at Biba in London and Jim Morrison is leading a young Debbie Harry astray with a Long Island Iced tea, and a game of cricket in the stock room. Can you smell all the possibilities that curled into a trippy London afternoon in the Seventies? They certainly could."
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