A Slice of Saturday Night

Just to give you the feel... it's 1964; it's Saturday night at the "Club A-Go-Go"; and 3 blokes and 4 birds are out on the pull. The girls, chalk faced, pale lipped and lacquered to perfection, are desperate to look like Twiggy, Sandy Shaw or Dusty Springfield. The lads, in their button-down collars and leather caps are all would-be Beatles or embryo Donovans. However beneath the girls skimpy Mary Quaint and St Laurent copied dresses beat virginal Barbara Cartland hearts, while inside the lads cool hipster trousers lurk the impulses that have driven adolescents to distraction since the dawn of time.

So, here's the story so far... Sue is going out with Gary, who chats up Penny and any other bit of stuff that looks his way. Sharon fancies Rick who fancies Sharon but can't pluck up courage to tell her because she hasn't told him. Eddie fancies Bridget who doesn't fancy anyone. And so, watched over by ageing rocker Eric (Rubber-legs) De Vene, the club's seen-it-all, done-it-all owner, we follow them as they wend their way through teenage sexual mores as rigid and predictable as any New Guinea tribesman's initiation rights.