Just a bit too young to appreciate them? I was gutted when I finally made it to Carnaby Street in the 70s and it was very sedate. There were amazing photos on the walls of people in surreal outfits walking along the Kings Road, nothing like what was worn by then. I spent all my pocket money sneaking up to London on the train, hoping to see something exciting going on!
I had been travelling up pretty regularly at weekends for three years, going to all-day clubs, when my father gave me a lecture on the dangers of going up to London should I ever feel the need, because I was liable to get picked up, drugged and become a white slave. I didn't like to tell him that I probably knew more than him about what and who to avoid by then.