Silver Lounge Spillage
A Memory of Bexleyheath.
One hot afternoon, Mum, my younger brother & myself were drifting past the Silver Lounge. And it looked bright, clean & refreshing. "Three knickerbocker glories, please."
After 4 or 5 dips, kid brother's trumpet-glass turned turtle. "No, you did it yourself!"
Crestfallen, poor thing. Mum relented; (what are Mums for?) Sympathetic waitress - table mopped up in a jiffy, a fourth Glory set in place.
PS The 1934 facade is in need of a valet, judging by Google View.
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