A relic of happier times. A photograph of a visiting card. Nostalgia for Quiet Raving before the advent of the New Age of the Witchfinder General. When London had hidden wells of sense and decorum in all the wrong places. The curator once wrote a synopsis about caravaning whilst wearing a dinner jacket here, sometime in the early 1990s. Whilst eating a late Sunday breakfast. The prorietor was a bumptious type.