...or fairly soon after...and he didn't look a bit like that!! In those days Sir Dave looked like a High Church of England Altar boy with silky black hair in a monkish style and NHS Lennon style specs. His lithe body ( not an ounce of spare flesh in those days  was usually encased in an all-in-one, skin- tight, zip -up - the- front, aerodynamic, black cycling suit. The style seemed to work as he rarely seemed to be short of a lady friend .

At that time we ,very devoted premies spent a lot of our time trying not to think and I'm quite sure Sir Dave was no exception.He often used to drop by my flat where we would exchange the most devout satsang before he whizzed off on his bike.

He usually had a motley little entourage of tragic friends whom he shepherded to community satsang and generally watched over. It's funny to see that he's still kind of doing this in cyber space.