'I swore by Elvis and all the saints that this last teenage year of mine was going to be a real rave. Yes, man, come whatever, this last year of the teenage dream I was out for kicks and fantasy'London, 1958. A new phenomenon is causing a stir: the teenager.In the smoky jazz clubs of Soho and the co...

,i>'You leave your mother and your brother too,You leave the pretty wife you're never faithful to,You cross the sea to find those streets that's paved with gold,And all you find is Brixton cell that's oh! so cold.'London, 1957. Victoria Station is awash with boat trains discharging hopeful black imm...

'I'd say they're making money out of love - or out of sex, at any rate. And personally, darling, I consider love as sacred: the one and only really sacred thing that's left: and if you make money out of that, then you're destructive and should be destroyed.'Frankie Love, new to the business of crime...