1977 was the most incredible summer ever for Danny Wilbur and his best mate Tom Green. They were sixteen years old, they had the metabolisms of racing whippets, the libidos of alley cats, and best of all they were mobile. They haunted the local discos, pubs, transport cafes, and funfairs like teenaged lounge lizards, eager for new tastes and experiences. That summer saw them away from their Midlands...