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“Agreed,” said John. “And we will, but, do you know what, Soap? I’ve always wondered just what it would have been like to have seen Hendrix play at Woodstock.”
“Hey, John,” said Jim as they strolled towards the Swan. “You like a bit of music, don’t you?”
“You know that I do, Jim, yes.”
“Only, last night I was watching the Woodstock video, and you’ll never guess what. There was a bloke in the audience right at the front and he looked just like you.”
Omally shrugged. “Let’s go to the Swan,” said he.
“OK,” said Jim, “although, I’m thinking, why don’t we give the Swan a miss tonight and go to the pictures instead?”
“Fair enough,” said John. “What’s on?”
“Well, there’s one I’d like to see at the new Virgin Mega-centre in Ealing Broadway. Charles Manson starring as The Terminator.”
High above the Atlantic Ocean and many miles from God knows where, a hot-air balloon drifted. In the basket stood a chap with a toothy grin and a lovable beard.
The chap’s name was Prince Charles. And he was lost.
“Help,” went the Prince. “Is there anybody there? May Day. May Day. May Day.”