As the summer of 1975 came to a close I needed somewhere to live in London. It was going to be tricky. I teamed up with a couple of other people who lived in Walsall and went to Imperial and we drove to London and went flat hunting. After visiting many seedy landlords we eventually found a flat that ticked the boxes near to Kew Bridge. The flats were called Kew Bridge Court. So we moved in to this 2 bedroom flat that had seen better days.
One of my flatmates was called Andy. He had his 21st birthday whilst he was at college. When we caught up with him after lunch he had celebrated too well and long. We put him in the car and then took him to the flat. I caught the tube back to the flat and found that the others had laid him face down on his bed with his head over the end of the bed. This was so that if he was sick he wouldn’t choke. Unfortunately this arrangement resulted in his nose resting on the metal bedstead. His body would register that his nose hurt so he would raise his head and the pain would stop. Then his head would fall and his nose would crash into the metal. The cycle carried on and on with his head bobbing up and down.