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Friends Gallery
 1980s, Loch Ness, Scotland -- Neil Oram, a regular columnist for EPi magazine whom I dubbed "the furthest out Brain of Britain," proudly holds up a "monster" Plum Duff Pudding straight from his wood-burning oven in his ex-Aleister Crowley cottage overlooking Loch Ness. In background smiles one of Neil's three wives. |
 1970s, Yugoslavia. My brother Alistair visiting his Croatian girlfriend. |
 1990s, Japan. John Morton, my "psychedelic buddy" from the '60s, surrounded by his Japanese students. |
 1960s, Ibiza. My dear friend Antonio used to grow little patches of marijuana scattered all over Ibiza island, including a half dozen plants near our house. On one of his weekly visits he disclosed to me his secret growing tip:- to "establish love" with each little plantation he would masturbate and smear the *success* all over the leaves. I kid you not - unless he was kidding me, but people did such things all the time in that era, especially Spanish hippies! Can anyone confirm that it works? I've used it successfully myself for cuts and bruises. |
 1960s, Hampstead, London. Linda was in my Gurdjieff group for the three years I was in it. Her husband David allowed us to have weekends together while he was with his mistress. Oh those Swinging Sixties! |
 1971, Colombia. I first met Magda Gregg at Don Manuel's mushroom plantation in La Vallee de las Deliciosas in northern Colombia. We bumped into each other some years later in Kathmandu, Nepal, and I've visited her many times since at her home in Bolinas, California. Her son later became such a well known musician that I better not mention his name! |
 1990s, Glastonbury, England. Zana Craigen, an arch Zippy with whom I kicked off and ran Megatripolis and who accompanied me on the Zippy Pronoia Tour To US. Sionaidh (how she spells her name!) has just given birth to her fourth baby girl and is living in Saint Albans. |
 1990s, Pilton Festival. My car, with my dog Darling sitting in it. Darling used to accompany me to all my clubs, finally walking out one night onto Charing Cross Road, never to find her way back. |
 1980s, Chelmsford, England. Roy Gillett. A great astrologer who wrote regularly for EPi and who was always complaining about the coloured backgrounds we used to put under his articles! |
 1979, New York. Maggie Hopp, a fellow psychologist, with whom I lived and travelled for many years in Spain, New York, Arizona, Scotland, South America, India and Nepal. |
 1980s, Stonehenge Festival, England. My dear friend Martin Healer who introduced me to the Peace Convoy and the New Age Travellers and played an important part in kicking off Megatripolis. He left in protest when I brought in the 2 businessmen who later stole the club from me. Now a very activist leader in the Anti-Road campaigns. |
 1971. Kate from Berkeley whom Maggie and I met in Cartagena, Colombia. |