As we made our way north through Rajasthan to Delhi the song was everywhere. There was no escape. Sometimes I would shudder to consciousness late at night, sweat drenched and hysterical, as Disco Deewane played endlessly in my head.
Stephen Andrew High school quadrangle, Melbourne. Lunchtime, 1975 On my fourteenth birthday my best mate, Peter, presented me with two gifts, one of which I still hold close to my heart.