My dad glanced up from the letters page of The Portsmouth Evening News - the silver plane was taking off for Lisbon - Ilsa had gazed sorrowfully into Rick's eyes - we'll always have Paris Rick said -
My dad had seen the film soon after it was made, queueing up with his friends outside a Babylonian temple of a cinema in North End - they all wore jackets with wide lapels and ties like emerald lizards curled around their necks -
Earlier, we'd had a Boxing Day Lunch at The Rusty Cutter -
The waitress asked me if I wanted ultimate chips -
17.45
December 26 2014
Staunton Road
Havant
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