"Aha, are you feeling seasick? Open your eyes, followers! It's twelve at noon." As you open your eyes, the lingering image of your hand trembles before you, while the strains of rock and roll seep gradually into your ears. Quite an anomaly for the year 1966. A clandestine radio station it seems - your mind flits to the enigmatic vessel mentioned in the London gazette, the APPLe. "And the Rocking Apple is welcoming the most unwelcome visitors.I'll hold of you a public hearing.”