For a middle-class boy of fourteen, from the suburbs of London, in 1976, when it was all a lot less sophisticated than now, the Freak Bros were impossibly strange. Though no longer avant-garde even at the time, those comics told of a different way of living to the one mapped out by my parents. Ergo I swapped the prospects of sitting my dinners at Inns of Court for a squat in Deptford.

It's awful when your parents are actually right.