Britain in 1968. A strange and troubled place and time. The 'summer of love' was a distant, patchouli-scented memory. Beads and beauty were about to give way to menace and malevolence. There were violent student riots, demonstrations about the Vietnam conflict and the powderkeg across the Irish Sea was about to explode leaving Britain scarred for decades.
One young man, Dave Dawson, decided to articulate his feelings and leave his mark on the urban landscape with a cry from the heart daubed on an average London street.
Unfortunately for Dave, he was observed painting his message for peace by a vanload of off-duty policemen who cornered him in a nearby street and kicked him to death.
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