" I was a Second World War baby and and when I was approaching my teenage years Elvis arrived on the scene and nothing was ever quite the same again. This was the time that society truly became divided; not like today between the 'haves' and 'have nots', the 'North' and the 'South, the 'Reds' or the 'Blues' but in more important and far significant ways.
These were the days of diva division; days when one was either a Mod or a Rocker. These were the days when Mods dressed naff and rode a lambretta scooter decked in dozens of mirrors to keep a constant eye out for the enemy riders of the highway, so that a fast getaway could be made. These were the days when Teddy Boys dressed cool with long side burns down their cheeks and blue suede shoes on their feet and rode a motor bike two sizes too large for them.
These were the days when either Elvis got you rocking in the aisles or Cliff got you grooving in coffee-sleazed cafes. These were the days when you and hundreds of your friends rode your motor bike or scooter down to Brighton sea front for afternoon tea, and met up on the beach for an annual confrontation to see who danced best with sand in their eyes and a bloody nose.
These were the days when the American lingo and the British language continued to remain alien to each other; a time when DA meant District Attorney in the USA and the rear end of a mallard in Great Britain!
These were the great days, never again to be repeated. Rock on the 1950's!" William Forde: June 5th, 2013.