Listening to Stupidity and thinking about what life was like in Frome in 76. Saturdays were spent in the town centre and we processed from one record shop to another. For some bizarre reason we used to go in the Settle cafe for a pot of tea which would be tried to last as long as possible. Being cheeky and misbehaving was the order of the day but not far to get ejected or banned. Pubs chuck out in the afternoon so groups of semidrunk youths from the 3 Swans would emerge down cheap street. Any
