Its 1983. You recently moved to London, looking for something to do. Art? Dancing? Photography? Music? You really don’t know. You have enough money anyway. Over the past few weeks you’ve attended punk gigs, sometimes hanging out backstage, meeting bands and helping make their flyers. You’re currently smoking at the back exit of The Marquee, where Hanoi Rocks is playing tonight. You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Oi oi luv.” speaks a voice behind you.