The whole 1960s thing was a ten-year running party, which was lovely. It started at the end of the 1950s and sort of faded a bit when it became muddled with flower power. It was marvelous.
The(re is no) End
Party spirit enlists a man's virtues in the cause of his vices.
96 is the year of love. We all need to pull together.
The Notorious B.I.G.