Nothing like being treated like royalty, being wined and dined. Driving to London on a cold Winter day, from out of province, one would expect to be tired and exhausted, ready for some sustenance and a cozy environment. Hot coffee for starters would have been nice. I got a seat near the back door, while waiting for the owner, and kept getting blown around by that wicked London breeze whenever someone would come or go. In any case, eventually, everything worked out great. I did my gig and as the grand finale, I was personally tossed out the back door by the owner. In over forty years, that experience has never yet been duplicated. And, I never miss stopping in whenever I'm in London.
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