If there WERE a time machine, I'd scarf up Microsoft and Wal-Mart stock, then BUY the freakin UFO Club. Unfortunately, I missed London that time around, opting to spend my holiday with family in Dundee. Big whoop.
Like they say, hindsight is 20-20. Back then, we didn't recognize the sociological and historical significance of a lot of things that are venerated now.
The "Summer of Love" was a curious footnote at the time, 1,800 miles away to boot. At the time, we were more concerned with socking away money for college and talking about the War (our protesting, Guardsmen, and tear gas on campus came a bit later).
Talk about missed opportunities -- four of us were gonna make the trek up to New York State for this rock festival, called, uh, Woodstock, but me and Steve, workin our summer jobs at the refrigerator factory, got scheduled for mandatory overtime at the last minute and we called it off. Of course, if I'd known what we were gonna miss, I'd have QUIT. (I no longer even remember the name of the supervisor who screwed up our plans...)