I hate being so nostalgic about the Sixties.

My uncle missed the sixties. Not because he was too young. He just simply slept through them.

If someone thinks that peace and love are just a cliche that must have been left behind in the 60s, that’s a problem. Peace and love are eternal.

It’s very hard to have lived through the Sixties and not be political.

If you’ll excuse a brief history lesson: most people didn’t experience ‘the sixties’ until the seventies. Which meant, logically, that most people in the sixties were still experiencing the fifties–or, in my case, bits of...

Tito snored away on the other bed. Out there, all around them to the last fringes of occupancy, were Toobfreex at play in the video universe, the tropic isle, the Long Branch Saloon, the Starship...

If I could turn you on, if I could drive you out of your wretched mind, if I could tell you I would let you know.

I think the sixties must have been quite a lot of fun.

Like the Arthurian years at Camelot, the Sixties constituted a breakthrough, a fleeting moment of glory, a time when a significant little chunk of humanity briefly realised its moral potential and flirted with its neurological...