Peg Monkey
master brummie
If you were at the New Year's Eve Breakout, Top Rank, 1969 we might have rubbed shoulders on the dance floor; thanks to a curious twist of fate me and my mate could not get into our chosen destination, Le Metro, because if was full so Plan B kicked in and we ended up at The Rank where I met the future Mrs Monkey.
She thought she'd landed on her feet as I was a dead ringer for her heart throb Scott Walker (her words not mine).
I kept the stub of the ticket from the event these long years as you can see from the attachment.
Stay virus free.
Peg
P.S. New Year's Eve Breakout? Sounds like an untimely skin infestation, right?
She thought she'd landed on her feet as I was a dead ringer for her heart throb Scott Walker (her words not mine).
I kept the stub of the ticket from the event these long years as you can see from the attachment.
Stay virus free.
Peg
P.S. New Year's Eve Breakout? Sounds like an untimely skin infestation, right?