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[david44]

A surfeit of politics today so add you own

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Oh ho "ole in One"

[david44]

A few more London sarnies

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Shouldn't these be in the Sandwich thread?

[david44]

Shouldn't these be in the Sandwich thread?

Ah pisto very good the bill board guys were known as that in London in 50s, I used to know their cousin Bill Sticker

PatHe News

Once discharged from the Whittington Hospital at bottom of on Highgate Hill I staggered down to see out Pat in Archway in those days an Irish slum like Kentish Town and Kilburn now unaffordable to all but Yuppies.

I couldn't spot Pat he must have been in disguise?
Rumours this was Harry's gig pre retirement are without flounderation.

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[Iceman123]

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that made me laugh
very good

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[Simon43]

David, what year is the less lust guy with the glasses? I seem to remember seeing him 'live' in action when I lived in London.

[david44]

A pleasure wiki cies I remeber seeing him reguarly outside the original Virgin Store

Stanley Owen Green (22 February 1915 – 4 December 1993), known as the Protein Man, was a human billboard in central London in the latter half of the 20th century.[1] One writer called him "the most famous non-famous person in London".[2] According to Lynne Truss, Green became such a ubiquitous figure in and around Oxford Street in the West End that, like Zelig, he was "present in every black-and-white picture of London crowds that one has ever seen".[3]
For 25 years, from 1968 until 1993, Green patrolled Oxford Street with a placard recommending "protein wisdom", a low-protein diet that he said would dampen the libido and make people kinder. His 14-page self-published pamphlet, Eight Passion Proteins with Care went through 84 editions and sold 87,000 copies over 20 years.[4][5]
Green's "campaigning for the suppression of desire", as one writer described it, was not always popular, but Londoners developed an affection for him. The Sunday Times interviewed him in 1985, and the fashion house Red or Dead used his "less passion from less protein" slogan in one of its collections.[6] When he died aged 78, the Daily Telegraph, The Guardian and The Times all published obituaries, and the Museum of London acquired his pamphlets and placards. In 2006 his biography was included in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography.[1

[Simon43]

A pleasure wiki cies I remeber seeing him reguarly outside the original Virgin Store

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Ah yes! No wonder that photo rang a bell

[david44]

Ah yes! No wonder that photo rang a bell

To the grammar nazis I know there are errors thank you

A regular feature I used TO WAIT for gf to come out of Tea Centre near that corner at what is now 318 Oxford Street, I haven't been in that street for years last visit BBC Langham Place about 5 years ago , but you'll feel like a stranger. English is seldom heard in the canyon of consumption.


There must still be fit Londoners paid to do this as the modern services and photos show I was part of the House of Fraser store which finally folded in January. A prime site at the Bond St high rent end of the street.

We did a lot in Hanover Square back in the day , J Walter Thomspon (Barclays Ad campaigns) and my partner at Moyse Stevens the florists and later Midland Bank where I had my Account despite working at another branch (HSBC) in 1946 it was largest bank in the world !,

I always walked rain or shine, in an era when men wore hats ,home via the Royal Parks to Victoria, where a BYO Italian meal was sold for ten bob for 2 !!Some days via Saville row to marvel at teh unaffordable elegance, Petty France/Broadway or Birdcage Walk in the summer.

As in old film noir every man had a brolley and a raincoat as very few had cars and healthily many colleagues walked all the way to Barnes. The girls all had headscarves to protect their "PERMS" and enough corsets suspenders etc to occupy the first quarter an hour of "foreplay" . It wasn't until the 70s that easy access braless females were to be found in conformist curtain twitching suburbia. Warwick way was ahead of the curve, but the real wild stuff was Brixton Notting Hill Gate and amongst the jet set in Chelsea.

If you like nostalgia of that era late 60s this may amuse, I fear my rambling and erratic spelling has irritated our esteemed illuminati who see unable to ignore what they decry, so will be posting fewer original items , but always a pleasure to read your own interesting observations on life and travels, original diary.

My late best mate from the nautical school who sailed of on the Oriana with 2 jags John worked at Heals and we used to hook up in teh Greek cafes nearby after work near the the Tottenham Court Rd of that era was tech heaven where I used to by Lord Sugar's junk and later better gear transceivers, optical and printing stuff and treasured Pentax 110, job paid the body I had to fork out for 20 lenses filters.At a time when a Sinclair calculator was a days wages 555

There were many local bands from Camden and saw Graham Parker and the Rumor and Alberto y Los Trios Paranoias , UNit 4 plus 2 in various guise. Our pal at Dallas Arbiter Drims had endless gig tickers which he give'sell cheap at mates rates so the Marquue Rainbow and esp Ronnie Scotts were weekly treats the Stones , Buddy Rich, Mick Ronson, Bluesbreakers and even Oscar Peterson who sparked a lifelong love of Jazz.

I recall the chirpy mid Atlantic Alan Whicker announcer with the ads at the Cinema , Mantovani and Buy a choc ice after Pathe news.

Best wishes in Maurice