Day 238: Quiet Hogs

Today I am hosting a true story show in a bookshop on the Charing Cross Road.  Sleazy tales of Soho.  Mainly involving sex shops and brothels and petty crime and police.  The characters are flamboyant.  Except one small, quietly-spoken man, neatly dressed in black.  Turns out he was a lynch pin of the counter culture revolution in the 1960s, working in underground publishing and organising various 'happenings'.  Music, art, poetry, nudity, flowers.  Amongst all this he found the time to introduce Paul McCartney to drugs in the form of hash brownies in 1965. 

No coincidence that the excellent 'Rubber Soul' (which Lennon referred to as 'the pot album') was released the self-same year.

Interesting to note that this man goes quietly.  There are others with far less to tell who blow their personal trumpets much louder.  I know what my grandmother would have said.  'It's the quiet hog that sucks the most wash.'

Indeed.