Earl’s Court, mon amour.

 earls court station

It’s a fact. Earl’s Court was a great place to be in the beginning of the seventies. Near to everything and with the underground station serving the most important lines- District and Piccadilly- who needed a car? Plenty of restaurants, a bookstore, Wimpy bars, Pizza Hut and other fast food giants, launderette and Drycleaners, Pubs, in short, the ideal place for the common bachelor with little money to live his adventures.

Some excitement was at times provided when travelling without a ticket on the tube. If caught we were tourists and once when Gilberto Matos was stopped in Piccadilly and asked to produce a ticket he did not have, and pressed to answer where he came from- the answer popped out as Portugal instead of Earl’s Court! Great times, with lots of laughter and perhaps not as carefree as one would like to remember it today!   We were, in short, on our way somewhere but not quite sure what it would be.

The reader of my blog has been able to follow a period of my life between 1952 and 1972. Twenty years of memories that I try to recall and share in a way that others might find interesting. I have tried to keep faithfull to my original idea to keep texts short and keep them coming. Up to today I have published 95 texts and they have been viewed 4130 times. Most of the views are from Sweden (1570) tightly followed by Portugal (1447), UK comes third with (386). I have hits from 41 countries. I have no idea how frequent people visit this blog or who they are, unless they make comments, but I wish to express to all, my thanks for looking in!

2 thoughts on “Earl’s Court, mon amour.

  1. You know what I recall with some nostalgia about London, the first time I went there in 71? Besides, of course, the stores that sold clothes so different from the ones we could buy in Portugal, how easily a 12 yo girl could get in one of those game rooms and play for real money in the slot machines! It was like perform something that was a crime over here but over there was open to anyone. My parents gave us some coins and we, my brothers and I, played for sometime until we lost all the money, of course! I do not know exactly where were those game rooms located but I have an idea it was a place with many shops, lots of young people, somewhere between the hotel where we were staying, the Cumberland Hotel in Marble Arch, Oxford St. and Regent St.

    • Dear Ana! In 71 right next to where I was working in the Maximus, there was a huge game room, where you could play for pennies, etc. This was in Leicester square. I’m imagining that you and your parents could have walked there right in front of the club and seen me trying to get some people to go in…Well what are the odds? Probably as unlikely as ever winning anything…Personally I have never been much of a gambler and do not find betting or casimo games exciting at all! Your hotel was not far from Leicester square. If you were there in the summer I used to go to the Concorde which must have been preety near the hotel you were staying at.

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