Southend. A salmon returns, not yet to die. 11th Nov.

November 12, 2017

The luxury of a 1pm leave today, so brunch in a greasy spoon with me 'ol man, and Vinny was at my door by the time we get back, on the hour.
There has been some accidents on the motorway so we were diverted through villages I don't know.

I opt to go straight to the theatre.

The Cliffs Pavilion, standing as it does on the esplanade, is well known to me.

I, born to Basildon, a few miles along the A127 arterial road or the A13, WNW of Southend,
was always in its thrall, and Southend was a veritable city to kid me.

It was like a glamorous maiden aunt in rabbit fur. Both fine and weather worn

It was here as children that we were driven in the dark to wonder at the lights and share chips on the back seat.

It gave me a place to study foundation music in its technology college.

It lent me books.

It provided venues for my young bands to play, and those where we could watch others.

It gave me my football team.

It made me an honorary Doctor of Letters.
Here in this very hall.

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