The almost true story of a group of Essex schoolboys who were bathed in the euphoric afterglow of England's World Cup victory in 1966
when the drug-inspired cauldrons of pop music, fashion, television, and (whisper it: S...e...x...)
all threatened to boil over in the white heat of Harold Wilson's technological revolution.
Unfortunately, certain schoolboy stamp collectors were in danger of missing out on the revolution...
If you can't remember the Sixties...
...then you need to check out the Black Diamond Stamp Club. It's the most revealing guide to the social and sexual mores of the time in
the history of stamp collecting.
If you
can remember the Sixties then you're probably a stamp collector, so read it anyway. You'll find out just what you missed
out on that could have made your life so much more fun. Things like flared acrylic trousers, Subbuteo and...
The Fry's Turkish Delight advert...
...where women with harem pants and bare midriffs had a debilitating effect on the morals and teeth of 13 year old boys.
They certainly inspired some members of the BDSC to an increase in sticky enjoyment...