Do you remember Australia's '70s? The Vietnam War and the Cold War, the politics, the flower people, the music, the hopes?

That Member of Parliament who led marches against war, wrote liberation books he struggled to sell, helped bring down a Government? Who gave the hungry press a feast of scandals? Remember those naked full-moon festivals with all the Minister's happy hippie mates?

Well, this old hippie was there, and those mates were his mates, all living their stories. But it was so long ago—the version here probably isn't what happened. He insists it is.

The remembering? Yes, it's the remembering that becomes the problem. Some history never becomes history. No-one finally remembers what happened. No-one recorded it.

So, this is that record. Before the remembering stops, because it's already near half a century ago.

A hippie rambling. Almost the missing diary.