WHISPERING SMITH: Rocking and rolling back the clock...
Back in the day when I had hair, a 28-inch waist, pegged black trousers and a white sport coat, I loved to jive.
Littlehampton’s Top Hat, the Badminton, the Cairo Club and Saturday night village halls all resounding to the mighty rock ‘n’ roll and, of course, the occasional cheek to cheek.
Now, many years later, waistline considerably expanded, hairline much receded, I fancied a trip back to yesterday.
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