Words will never do justice to this Rock Carnaby/ Cherrywood McCarthy/Skid marks masterpiece.

Euclid wrote this but has never owned up to it. Skid sings (?). Shame really as the track is almost a good band performance, Reg plays lead guitar, Ginger is 1st rhythm, Rock plays drums (?), Justin 2nd rhythm guitar, Mike plays fretless bass (although all the other band members did fret) on this occasion.

Oddly for a bunch of blokes in their twenties and late teens, Rupert Bear was something of a cult figure. It was possibly for a host of quite complex reasons; memories of childhood, repressed feelings of homo-beastiality, a desire for the world to be an uncomplicated and rather ‘nice’ old-fashioned sort of place or maybe just a stoned, daft, ‘know-nuffink’ attitude.

Or most likely, it was because men are always just little boys and never really grow up, that theory is certainly shared by Skid’s long-suffering better half.

The Rupert Tree Dance featured in the lyrics refers to an odd Summer Sunday afternoon that some of the band spent at Hyde Park in the balmy summer of 1969. Here they bumped into a largish gathering of like-minded Rupert fans.

As there was a high attractive female quotient in this crowd, the Pants lost little time in becoming acquainted. The Rupert Dance spontaneously occurred, apparently this even featured in the pages of a well-known Underground Magazine that same year.

Incidentally a guest Pant, Charlie Donaldson is featured in the accompanying photo