Like John, my teenage years were in the 60's and although I was never out of work, most of the free time that myself and three friends had between March and October, was spent either hitch-hiking around the S.East and to London in particular. All we took was a sleeping bag and a guitar and slept rough for a week or two. We met some great and interesting people, went to some great folk clubs in London and became very familiar with London's parks after dark, as we slept under the bushes there. Back in Sheerness, we tended to go out Friday night, drink in one or two favourite pubs and then sleep rough in tents, not going home until late Sunday night. During the day at the weekend we tended to hang out in a cafe in Sheerness, in Russell Street, called Den's cafe after the owner, which made little money because our scruffy appearance in there all the time, hardly attracted any other trade. It was the closest that we could get to being out and out beatnik/hippies and we all had long hair and beards and many girlfriends, it being the liberated, free and easy 60's.
Beer was 1/11 in old money, in my case stout and mild, and by the time we went home on Sunday night almost all our wages had been spent, I simply saved five threepences in order to buy the Dailor Mirror each day at 3d a time.