My favourite part about watching documentaries about London in the swinging sixties - and there are a lot of them - is when they show some happening scene at a warehouse party, with crazy dancing and art bombs, and there are always people at the edge or background of the picture, and they just look really bored and confused.
I hope they get excited when they see their young selves, hovering around the edge of a cultural explosion without ever really getting their feet wet, and hope they don't suffer despair when they see it, realising that this was the greatest moment in their lives, even if we can still all see how awkward they were.
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