Just like today, gloomy mid-‘70s London pubs were redolent with the scent of stale beer, sweat, cigarettes and the promise of a smile or a wink under the wan lighting. The difference between then and now, is that pub windows no longer flex under the punitive fury of British new wave icons the likes of skinny-suited, bespectacled, and whippet-thin Declan Patrick MacManus, better known as Elvis Costello.