tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31419460.post4907996396522896026..comments2024-03-25T19:07:00.917+00:00Comments on Arthur Pewty's maggot sandwich: The Clock Tower.Hughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12188628589645074377noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31419460.post-26038044695630893902014-02-16T13:03:54.973+00:002014-02-16T13:03:54.973+00:00A couple of points.
First Mitchell's. Mt...A couple of points. <br /><br />First Mitchell's. Mt own memory as a kid was, as for most other people, the little cash tins that rattled back and forth across the ceiling pulled by some kind of rip cord. Cash in, and change and a receipt back, all signaled by a ping on a little bell on the counter. One person who could answer a lot of questions would be well known poet, Wendy Cope, whose dad was the store's last general manager. Perhaps someone could approach her.<br /><br />Secondly, the Clock Tower unveiling. Fascinating to see that the straw boaters and top hats all stayed on despite there being high wind and rain (see the shaking trees at the beginning). Also good to see the old bottle brown and green tiled facade of the long gone Kings Head - a snug pub in every sense of the word.Walsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14287542481842382567noreply@blogger.com