This hot summer takes me back to 63 and Mod was coming to a peak . It was one of those magic moments in time that can never be repeated - you just had to be there !Off the tube ( stand up ; watch your creases ) into Soho and a scotch and coke in French Pub then strut down Windmill St nodding approval and acknowledgement to guys whose style stood out . Into the Kontact sandwich bar , coffee to wash down a couple of bombers and a little Rufus Thomas on the box , yeah jump back baby it's nearly time to make the scene . Feel the chills starting to rise as your mouth seeks a rhythm to chew along to. You turn the corner and in the unique heat of a London summer Saturday Ham Yard is ready and waiting . A sea of style and elegance , men and mohair in perfect harmony . Mohair, suede , kidskin shoes , silk socks , Italian basket weaves , sea island cotton , discreet gold cuff links and tie tacks and for some the scent of subtle cologne . For a minute you pause and survey your world . You are not only as good as anyone ; you are better ! You are 18 in the capital of the world and you are a Mod !! Time to go . You glide through the crowd and head into the dilapidated cellar that is the Scene ! Guy Stevens is sitting on his box and looking mischievous , who knows what he'll play. " where are you going later" your mate asks . Who knows . Flamingo , the Discoteque , the Whiskey even the 20s ! Who knows that's for later a night time away. Right now the record you've been waiting for roars out " Got love if you want it" oh yes . Time to dance!!