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A long climb up to the Attic. Shirley sunbathing, Toronto house. John and Shirley in Mexico. Quenching our thirst with coconuts.

Pierre. Her dalliances with Senator When I was ready to embrace a prominent figure in saving China- attended. One week a seventeenth
Teddy Kennedy and Jack Nicholson these worthy values with open arms town from becoming mutated into century fop with wig, radiating
not unnoticed, nor her fondness and a beard, the hippie scene had a freeway and was later awarded an clouds of talcum powder with a
for cannabis smuggled in the PM’s called it a day and mutated into honorary degree of Doctorate of Laws shake of the head. Or a knight in
luggage on trips overseas. yuppies, eager to settle down for a for her community work. armour clanking into the fray with
The psychedelic world of hippie career and monogamy. University politics ignited and bottle of beer guzzled through a
culture spread from San Francisco There came a chance to show flamed into anarchy, so Shirley and chink in the helmet.
faster than measles in a country off my army jacket to the Canadian I turned our backs on college mar- Our flatmate John, to detach his
school. I would have been swept film-going public when I was given tyrdom and hitch-hiked to Toronto, mind from the grind of PhD study,
along with it had I taken the coastal a part in a Daniel Singer movie on a distance of 4,400 kilometres. And suggested a holiday far from the
route from Mexico to Vancouver. the strength of treading the boards into the hysterical clamour of madding crowd of Trudeau delirium.
Flower power promoted a gentle in my Cratchit role. I ‘starred’ for 38 Trudeaumania. To the Deep South and a hop over
ideology that focused on peace, love seconds and was advised to keep my Racks of theatre costumes col- the border for a Mexican fiesta. Our
and personal freedom as well as day job and my mouth shut. lected dust in the basement of a means of transport was to deliver
planting flowers down gun barrels It was at this time I dated student Victorian building we lived in. A a ‘drive-away’ car. An arrangement
and sucking joints to oblivion. activist, Shirley Chan. She became different guise for every party we where you could drive someone’s