As the 1960's drew to a close, parents across Britain raised a curious eyebrow as their long-haired children suddenly returned home with shaven heads, sporting Levi's jeans & vicious looking army boots, pleading for three quid to buy a Harrington jacket from the market. The skinhead was born & a youth culture stronger & more widespread than any other, before or since, took Britain by storm. Marting King was one of them. Boys & girls alike embraced this new working-class fashion & music
- the West Indian reggae sounds of Blue Beat & the strong sense of identity they fostered. For a couple of summers the media would have it that England was under seige, when the young skins paraded at seaside resorts on bank holidays & later on terraces at nearly every football ground acros the country. With his passion for Chelsea FC & their growing reputation as the skinhead club forming a backdrop, King artfully & humorously describes the heady mix of pleasures which were all part of life as a teenager growing up in working-class south London in the late 60's