'Dressing up and the recycling of vintage material characterised the age of Sergeant Pepper to such a degree that British Culture in the late 1960s and the early 1970s often seemed to have been devised by a theatrical costumier. Presumably a life lived amongst myths, even if they are bening, has its dangers: principally - and certainly for someon with memories of Europe in the 1930s - that the charade makes insufficient allowances for the dog beneath the skin or the unreconstructed barbarian lurking in the wardrobe. Even if the mirror to the right does host an epitome of decency in a colar and tie, the lead performer is nothing less than a apache got up in disguise for the age of Steptoe and Son or the attics of Rising Damp.' Ian Jeffrey