It was the summer of ’69, and just like the Bryan Adams song, Richie Garnder, 17, thought the summer would last forever.
Richie was a hippy. That counter-culture of mushroom-munching, ‘peace not war’, shower-avoiding people – at least, to the tabloids.
The busker and musician spent the summer squatting at derelict buildings on Endell Street and Broad Court in central London.