These were the times when one could see punks with a green Mohican, or cigarette adverts (silk with a plaster on it is an advert for 'silk cut' cigarettes and golden edges for 'Benson and hedges'). In those days a telephone was an apparatus that people had at home and a call overseas cost an arm and a leg, so a company that provided cheaper connections advertised it like cigarettes. There was no Banksy but there was Rob, who left his quickly drawn heads in prominent places in the centre of London, always on temporary surfaces. And of course the lone protester who seemed to be always somewhere on one of the central streets of the West End.
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