Been a quiet week so here’s something for the locals. Local, that is, if you live in this part of East London (can’t stand it when people call it “the East End”, sounds so contrived). Anyway, this sprightly little ditty by Paddy Roberts won an Ivor Novello award in 1959. The references to rock ‘n’ roll, drainpipe pants and chewing gum nicely tie it to that year. Oh, and look out the album sleeve at 1:20…
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