This memory dates back to the non PC 1060’s when we met the Monkees on Portsmouth seafront. Not the affable American pop group. Instead three small mammals dressed in crocheted outfits. Check out the photo in the gallery. Ken has a naughty look on his face. Our mum once banned him from seeing a friend who lived on our street. Well to be fair this particular pal did set fire to the local post box. Rather ironic in hanssight.