Garner, a magazine photographer named Grif, finds that he can not communicate with his hippie dippy son.

For one I wanted to have what I considered a very quality tracking device.

This ended in tears for him, the wrong person was one of our friends, Errol, who was then serving in the army, the husband attacked him at Ken's flat and Errol knocked him spark out, having no clue what this guy was going on about.

[…]thinking it urgent to say something, I asked him presently if he felt any cold draught from the door, which was behind him. No, no! he responded shortly and somewhat testily.