the crazy 50's when 'teenage' as a mindset first begun prompted by Caren's contest theme
hair brylcreamed. into town to the pub in the square, our gang always met there trad jazz with Donegan, Bilk or Collier or maybe the ballroom for bacchanalia skip,hip-hop or jive or more sedately to the Friday Five. a swift half of cider in the Bodega bar sadly none of us then could afford a car. dropping a shilling .. in the snug juke box Haley and Elvis,then so unorthodox.
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