I wonder whether there are any hippies anywhere else in the country today. The whole of Shrewsbury is awash with jangling morris dancers, earthy tie-dyed, bearded teepee dwellers and police. I thought at first that the police were here to supervise the club-wielding morris dancers but then I saw a small group of visiting football fans being escorted down Pride Hill whilst shouting “who are you” to the passing hippies.
I do wonder what treatment these young scousers would receive from the police if they walked around town with blackened faces, shouting and wielding clubs!