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corn exchange

Georgie Fame often came to the Corn Exchange.  If it had been in our power, we probably would have given him the freedom of the city.  He had that anyway, really.

Sandra and I knew that after he’d played at the Corn Exchange he’d be hurtling down the A12 to get back to the West End, before all the Chelmsford mods had got it together to catch the last train to Liverpool Street to see him again at the Flamingo.  Sandra and I had to catch the last bus to Skerry Rise.  It wasn’t the same.  Some times we’d try out dance steps, walking up the road.

Here he’s talking about those days to Jamie Cullum.