Born in Sheffield, I remember the club where Peter Stringfellow had some fantastic acts. I did see Pink Floyd playing there. They had a crude way of projecting images on the club walls. It was a rotating glass disc, over a projector lense. Drops of different coloured oils were placed on the disc to give a psychedelic effect. The name of the club was 'KINGS' and also the 'MOJO' and was in the area of Firs Hill. My friends and I would ride Lambretta and Vespa scooters up and down the road immediately in front of the club. I have read the book and it is brilliant. It does help that I can relate to the area. The best bit is when Peter Stringfellows girlfriend went into the bathroom for a bath to find Stevie Wonder sat on the toilet. Peter said, 'don't worry, he can't see anything'.