so, Larkin all jazz and booze and porn mags, and bicycle clips of course, and an empty church (it ain't for fucking young people, so fuck off.) - yeah, wow, the modern world - yeah wow fab it's 1963, groovy under the gaslight nearly, what was her name, liz was it, or sue, or jill, or something, a monosyllable anyway... but under the lamplight then, love...