I was in the
French House today and was chatting to a mate.
I mentioned that I’d just restarted and reset this blog, and that my first
piece was about Soho’s Rose (below). At which his eyes brightened and he regaled
me of stories of Rosie – my friend had been a student at the time – and of how Rosie would always do the run to the
local bookies with the market-traders’ bets. And that the top ten hit in the UK
in 1968 – Rosie, by Soho street-entertainer-turned-chart-topper Don Partridge –
was not written about some lovely Soho belle, but about Rosie whom he must have
known well as he busked the busy market-stalls (sadly now all gone).
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