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"R.D., as you like to refer to him, must be exposed as a petty, inconsequential dreamer. He and his kind are totally out of step with the realism of our times. We have failed to suppress the music. There are still people who listen to it and not only aspire to write and live in his outdated manner, but actually try to emulate him. We must destroy their dreams. Now, find out anything you can to discredit him. Forget about all this Preservation society nonsense. It is sentimental shit and you know it. Expose him as a corrupt person, unsuitable for any worthy place in our culture. You must succeed."

'Fuck off!' Dave shouted from the stage. 'We turned up, didn't we?' An empty bottle of Newcastle Brown smashed against his guitar. The Kinks dashed offstage after the show and headed straight for David Watts' cottage. In the midst of changing our sweaty undies, David Watts arrived with crateloads of Rutland beer and opened a refrigerator full of pink champagne. Mick seized the opportunity to prove a point and dropped his trousers in front of the Major, then proceeded to prance around like a tart. I asked the Major if he fancied Mick. He said, 'Oh God, no, not that slut. I'm more interested in that little whore,' and pointed to Dave, who was dancing with Mick. Then various members of the regional constabulary and other local dignitaries arrived to join in the impromptu festivities which, by some strange coincidence, were without women, in drag or otherwise.