The autumn nights buzzed with people hanging out in pavement bars, drinking too much, laughing and arguing and strolling arm in arm down the middle of the road.
Couples romanced, sitting out at pavement cafes. Girls touted for business in strip-club doorways. Messengers wearing aerodynamic sunglasses carried silver film cans from processing laboratories to production houses.
Entering Soho there was a change of atmosphere from London’s traffic-congested metropolis; a distinct atmosphere of veiled tension, excitement and anticipation of forbidden fruit, available to those who knew where to look.