Lovebead

The vast Victorian lobby contained a pullulating mass of characters, mainly young, dressed in the assorted output of the Carnaby Streets, the sari sweatshops, the micro-mini makers and the lovebead stringers of the world.

But even in my lovebead days I would have drawn the line at having sex in a public park.

Eighties witches were not the patchouli-dipped, lovebead-wearing, back-to-the-earth dreamers of the seventies.