a general display of posturing outside the local Wimpy Bar or Top Rank Disco? But as I sat there that Saturday, I was aware that something was wrong. Yes there was music, but it was piped “elevator” music – not “My Generation” blasting out from the juke box. In fact there was no juke-box. There were bikes present, but all very well behaved. Where were the lorry drivers in their separate dining area? Where was the traffic streaming by? Where was the excitement? It wasn’t THE ACE anymore, it was only a café. Then I knew it was true what people say – you can never go back, never recreate the memories. That’s the trouble with nostalgia; it’s not what it used to be.
The SAM Observer August 2013
The August 2013 edition of "The SAM Observer"