Was driving into York today. There's a bill board "leapy lea in caberet" old fucker
Sounds like the club my Mam and Dad used to go to in the 70s. There was a Jolson tribute act and my Mother's friend hugged the bloke after he sang a song for her. She spent the evening with brown streaks on her face apparently. No idea why I thought of that.Drove past the same place recently. It’s a pub really. Various artistes of questionable vintage and variable reputationak quality have appeared at that venue iirc.
My nana (no, she’s dead) used to sing that to me to get me off to sleep when I was little, for some reason. It worked, mind.Did the poster have little arrows pointing to the venue?