Fifty years ago, England was invaded. At least, that’s what the headlines claimed.
The invaders? Fans of two-wheeled transport. They were the mods and the rockers who, if the media was right, were “roaring”, “rampaging” and hell-bent on “beating up” the seaside in an “orgy of hooliganism”. But was that really what happened?
Leather or sartorial elegance? Strange as it might sound, if you were a teenager in 1964 this could well be the most serious question in your life.
Cow hide and motorbikes and you were a rocker. Opt for a designer suit and a scooter, and you were a mod (a compaction of ‘modernist’).
Half a century ago, these two groups descended on the Essex seaside town of Clacton over the same Easter weekend.
Whether or not the clashes amounted to the rioting portrayed by the media, there were fights.
Mr Jones, who now lives in Clacton, still has the bike he rode into the seaside town in 1964.
Mods and rockers: the first teenagers?
Historian Dr Sean Lang, senior lecturer at Anglia Ruskin University, said: “Its difficult exactly where particular tastes or style of dress or taste in music came from, but in general terms what we can say is this is a feature of young people with a lot more money to spend than the generations before.
“In that sense this comes from post-war affluence. This is really what historians say is the creation of the teenager as a post-war phenomenon.
“You’ve got a lot of young people who have money to spend on themselves. They spend it on the clothes, the music, the scooter or the motorbike.”
He said that Easter in Clacton was an explosion of troubles whose fuses had a long trail.
“I don’t know where the mods came from really,” he said. “They used to come down to our cafe and wanted to take it over.
“So we used to beat them up and chuck their scooters in the river and all that lark.”
He added: “They wanted to be better than us and we weren’t going to stand for it.
“It had been going on behind the scenes and we knew there was this weekend coming up so we thought we would go and sort it out once and for all.
“We knew we were going down there for a rumble. We planned it and I think the mods planned it as well.”
And yes, he fought.
“I took on about three or four mods and I got a deck-chair over my head. It was just one of those things.
“We had to make our stand against the mods. And I think we won.”
Vehemently still a rocker, Mr Jones’s attitude towards the old foe has softened, not least as a result of practicalities.
“I don’t think I’d be fighting now if I met a mod. I’m 71,” he said.
If there were acts of violence that weekend, there were acts of kindness too.