are bowler hats still worn by anyone ? catching my bus to school, my friend's father, who worked in the city, wore pin-stripe trousers, a dark jacket and a bowler hat and always carried a rolled-up umbrella whatever the weather
Things that time forgot.
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Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View PostYou didn't live on "Alba Avenue", by any chance?
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Penny for the guy seems to have disappeared.
The last time I noticed must have been at least a couple of decades ago. A kid called out, "Penny for the guy!" I said, "OK, but where's the guy?" "Oh, round the corner", he replied. I followed him nervously into a side street. There, surrounded by a group of his friends, was what amounted to not much more than an old beat-up pillow propped up against a wall wearing a Christmas mask. "You call that a guy?" I said. "Oh giss us a penny mister - it's for a home" said the boy, imploringly. "What home?" I wanted to know. "Our home" he admitted, sheepishly.
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Originally posted by mercia View Postare bowler hats still worn by anyone ?
There's an accordionist that busks outside the Coop on Gloucester Road - he was there on Saturday - always wears a bowler and long overcoat.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by mercia View Postnow that I've thought about it I expect university college porters still wear bowlers ....and orangemen ..... and grenadier guardsmen .... and Acker Bilk ...
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostPenny for the guy seems to have disappeared.
The last time I noticed must have been at least a couple of decades ago. A kid called out, "Penny for the guy!" I said, "OK, but where's the guy?" "Oh, round the corner", he replied. I followed him nervously into a side street. There, surrounded by a group of his friends, was what amounted to not much more than an old beat-up pillow propped up against a wall wearing a Christmas mask. "You call that a guy?" I said. "Oh giss us a penny mister - it's for a home" said the boy, imploringly. "What home?" I wanted to know. "Our home" he admitted, sheepishly.
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Originally posted by mercia View PostI'd love a ride in a charabanc - I expect there are some still about
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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