The idea of setting up a Prefab Philosophy Club took off in a big way when we were sat on the kerbstone at the top of Woodhedge Road. The desultory penalty kicking against the black painted school gate had come to a halt, and a hunger was in the air for some intellectual work. Gazing up at the bright blue sky we saw a solitary shining cloud in the shape of the British Isles was hovering directly above us. 'Tubby' Lard hit the nail on the head when he said: "It is as if the Gods have ripped our country's page from their atlas of the world and magnified it a thousand times!" Ann Brown-Sloane recalls this moment "a numinous epiphany, a meeting of Joan of Arc and William Blake in the Twiverton heavens!" For Gary Bollard this was a moment of definitive change: "The days of life on our prefab estate being poor, solitary, nasty, brutish and short are over!"
The long Summer holiday was drawing to a close and we had been kicking our heels around for too long. If there had been tennis courts and a swimming pool near-by everything would have felt different. As it was our brains had been atrophying and our physiques going flabby. We needed a new agenda, something which would galvanize us into life and stop us going to the dogs! Something which would endow our prefab estate with a slice of panache and kudos and counter the condescension of the non-prefab world. We had to raise our game and get noticed. We had to set up a philosophy club!