Young misses on the town

But as Karen Roeder reminds us, to be a good girl, you had to stay on your toes.

She writes: "The Chevron, Latin Quarter, Les Girls... I was frequently at these nightclubs, even though at the time I lived in Wollongong.

"Off we would go to catch the train... the old Rambler, windows pulled up, steam and smoke from the locomotive entering into the carriage.

"We would spend the evening in Sydney at some nightclub and get the last train out of Central to Wollongong, arriving around 3am."

Karen said she was living with her parents back in Berkeley back then.

"I would be told off and get house arrest for a week for coming home so late (or early). I was 19-20 at the time."

The photo shows Karen and her friend Anita at Spellsons nightclub in 1964.

"Butter wouldn't melt in our mouths! We were both aged 20 and looking for adventure in the 'big smoke' and almost found it that night." The two spent the night in a less-than-glamorous hotel.

"A charming, well-known rocker performing at Spellsons with his band that night came to our table and said, "Hi, ladies".

"We then had a chat.

"The rocker then said: "We are playing late tonight so how about when we are finished we come up to your room and have a party?

"What is your room number and why don't you leave your key under the mat outside your door."

"Excitedly we agreed and gave the room number."

But by midnight they were tired and tipsy from all the free drinks sent to their table and left to go back to their hotel.

"No, we did not leave the key under the mat!

"At some stage we did hear a knock on the door, which of course we ignored. Because we were 'nice' girls."

Karen said they always wondered how it might have ended had they answered the door.

Back home again, her girlfriends were thrilled when she told of her adventure.

But there the story ends: you won't get the name of the rocker out of her!

Last month, I mistyped Kevin Greenaway's surname. Of course it's not Greenfield. To Kev, my apology, old friend.