There was a coach and horses,painted on the side of the building,when it was still a pub!
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My Mam took me to a little, old Jewish tailor, near Woolies, for my first proper suit of clothes. Some years later, after paying off the Reina del Pacifico, and being chucked out at 3 o'clock closing at Legs of Mann, I bought a real sharp overcoat at a mens store a few doors away. Everyone thought I was trying to be a Cunard Yank, so I gave it away. Ah, memories.:):):) It was a simple life:)