17 JANUARY 1969, Page 21

Happening

WES MAGEE

One, with a mohican scalp, blew mad things on a sax. Another, acne red, piledrove a piano while the audience jumped in with drums, newspaper rolls, transistors, cans. Tomatoes bombed and splashed their blood against the walls, foreheads. Then the hard stuff; spinning spuds and, strangely, a cabbage which turned and turned like

a green angel. The hall shook in a barrage of noise and mixed veg. Twenty minutes of this and we

ambled off to a pub and jugged up to the full. In all a rowdy success. It seems a caretaker,

moaning, came and cleaned up the mess.