Born in 1951, Radical Stroud’s Stuart Butler recounts how the events of May ’68 turned him from a mod into a Marxist. Stuart shares his personal journey during the year that rocked the world through prose-poetry.
Sixteen years’ old in the spring of 1968: bored with school; bored with A levels; why on earth did I stay on? Skint.
Just got the sack from a Saturday job. No fags, no new records, no new clothes, no job, no money. Swindon have just had another rubbish season and now there’s just a long close season ahead with boring, boring, bloody cricket and athletics and tennis.
Cliff Richard number one with boring, bloody ‘Congratulations’ and now Louis bloody Armstrong with ‘What a Wonderful World’ and ‘Cabaret’.
The hollows of these spring afternoons are so long and deep – it’s that bad and boring that I’ll have to watch the news on the telly.
‘Blimey! What’s all this?’
‘Mum, can I have a cup of tea? I’m watching the news.
Join Stuart Butler for a modern day Pilgrim’s Progress, on a journey from a teenage Slough Despond to the Celestial City. Join him on his confiding, confessional journey from a Mod to a Marxist, for ‘Bliss it was that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven’.
Forget the 1967 Summer of Love. Celebrate the 1968 Spring of Politics.