To Fleet Street, it was the second Battle of Hastings. To Hastings, now a drab south-coast resort town, it was simply the bloody awfullest sight since William the Conqueror. Mothers locked their children safe indoors, merchants closed their shops and pulled down the blinds, sedate middle-aged couples on the beach fled for cover. The Mods and the Rockers had come to town.
Up the Mods. Despite their common heritage (Elvis) and heroes (the Beatles), the foppish Mods and sullen Rockers like nothing better than to crack one another's skulls. Two mass bashes over...
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