A favourite tune of mine - allegedly punk but I'm not convinced - is 'Saturday Night Beneath the Plastic Palm Trees' by the 'Leyton Buzzards'.
This relates, very vividly, the escapades of young people in the 70s visiting The Tottenham Palais. Wot is where I used to take young ladies of my acquaintance for a jolly night out. (And my gran lived in Leighton Buzzard).
Now, for reasons (of poetic consistently I assume) it refers to Tottenham Hale Station as being the nearest transport hub.
Sorry pals - it was most definitely Seven Sisters Station.
And wots more the Palais De Dance was on Tottenham High Road, not Seven Sisters Road.
But it's still a bangin' toon.
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