This is how it happens. A young man barely turned 20 bumps into a more worldly woman and makes eye contact. There’s a conversation, an exchange of numbers. A clash of flesh. Stroll on. Free wheeling.
London. May 1970. Looks like a hot one. The city heaves – a new decade. There’s something in the air. Enter Paul Rodgers of the bluesy rock foursome Free. He’s hitchhiked into town after a few so-so concerts up North, and the van broke down on the M1. The new motorway.
