Can confirm.
Wasnât always that way.
My uncle was drinking in the bar of the townâs main hotel when Stevie (and a huge minder, apparently) came in. My uncle got to shake his hand.
Plus ⌠Tombola !
Itâs has quite a history and was one of the top halls in the region. There is quite an impressive list of people who have performed there.
I wish theyâd spend some money on the old place - itâs still a real timewarp, with lots of original features ![]()
I was brought up in Boston and remember my parentsâ generation talking about it a lot during the 1960âs (I was too young to go, of course). I suspect an important reason for its decline was the shrinking of staff numbers on the Lincs air bases, both RAF and US. There were loads of buses laid on on Friday and Saturday nights to bring the airmen, mostly young and single, into town. I think it was where my mum (Boston girl) met my dad (national service radar technician at RAF Coningsby) in the 1950âs.
Such a delightful euphemismâŚ
Sorry, it was the literal truth I think, although at 23 my mum wouldnât have been thought of as a girl back then.
This was the 1950âs remember (Iâm guessing you canât, since I canât).
Iâd be lying if I said I hadnât thought of you as soon as I saw it. ![]()
Nicked and spaffed all-over faecesbook ![]()
And then stolen by me and sent all my mates ![]()
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