Piccadilly Nine

Yes, the 1960’s were swinging, but what if you couldn’t remember just how swinging they were?  What if you couldn’t remember any of what you got up to in the Summer of Love, and you were really sketchy about The Autumn of Getting A Check-Up From A Doctor For That Strange Rash You Got In The Summer?

That’s what Richard Seagull, connoisseur of afternoon telly and owner of an all-in-one slipper thingy, is about to find out, as realities collide, double-decker buses melt through walls, and banana blancmange takes on a lot more significance than it has any right to.