by Nicky London I took my new girlfriend to a sixties dance night at a local hotel. We both dressed in some clothes we had in our wardrobes which we thought would be in fashion for that rock and roll decade. There were about a hundred couples there. We sat at a table near the dance floor, and sipped cocktails. A good group played music from that era. The beat was livelier than the modern stuff of top of the pops. A bearded man was jiving with his girlfriend a few feet from our table. As she twirled, I caught...
