In the city, ghosts in the crowd, disguises the great depression, the dreams of children.
Pity poor Alfie, going underground, down in the tube station at midnight. London girl, Liza Radley, I need you precious. Takinâ€™ my love, a solid bond in your heart, happy together in the midnight hour.
Little boy soldiers â€“ David Watts, Smithers Jones, thick as thieves, set the house ablaze. The Eton riflesâ€™ private hell.
A bomb in Wardour Street, Carnaby Street, in the street today, the plannerâ€™s dream goes wrong.
Slow down! Time for truth, just who is the five oâ€™clock hero?