^^^^
Happy days for me too..
Had a Venezuelan girlfriend (quite serious and I was going to emigrate) at the time and had my studio in Chelsea. Like all South Americans, they don't go out til past midnight! So they tended to gather at my place - I wasn't complaining. When most of them went back there was one Columbian chick who used to send me a ready-rolled Columbian grass joint attached to her letters! Couldn't do that now.
"When the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say,
Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin to meet you"
Those lyrics brought back all the memories - Or some of them! Why didn't I marry her instead of the English girl from Zummerzet who I introduced to the weed and Led Zeppelin. She's got great taste in music though.