The ‘Sounds good evening’
Photograph by David Wills Copyright 2011.
Here the jolly fun at Leigh Court is captured during the Sounds Good Evening in 1967 in a photograph by me. Various folk are recognizable, but many of the names are a part of history that escapes me. Lower right is Jenny, the football (soccer) poet, Crispin’s amour. Jenny and Crispin are still an item, living in Spain I think. No doubt some of these good people will bless us with their mems of the occasion. More than that I’m lothe to conjecture, maybe more words will come as I sleep on it. Was that a good time or what? This was the time we lined the flat in plastic to avoid a repeat of the flying pastry dough on the carpet. It was the primer for all parties that followed.
It is an irrefutable fact, acknowledged by all, that the future Right Honorable Lady Wordsworth, with or without spectacles, is nowhere to be seen in this assembly.
Michel are discussing. 
Michel 2:05 am on March 8, 2011 Permalink
The girl with the head-scarf at lower right is Patricia Kinsella who worked as Barney’s assistant for a while. I’m still in touch with her and know she will be astonished to see this!
davidwills 4:10 pm on March 8, 2011 Permalink
… the Lady Wordsworth would again like to emphasize that is most certainly not her in this shocking picure, either, so she says.
Those pictures of the Stones(?) on the wall were lent by Ginny Clive-Smith at Conran.
I look at this picture and again see the influence of Warhol’s Factory at work here. No speed-kills use here, a few of us smoked hashish-in-tobacco joints. Though this was later to change for Barney to frequently daily LSD use from 1969 on. Wild. Seemingly licentious times, but not really licentious, too suburban for that. Compared to the average goings-on about town we art students and kin ruled a wild world of boss art activity that echoes on yet.
In San Francisco I once interviewed a prospective room-mate who was a 4 year participant in the army Co-intellpro (Sp?) tests on the effects of long term acid (LSD) use. It wasn’t pretty, I didn’t rent to him.