Familiar territory

I can recall talking to my grandfather about times moving on, and it never really occurred to me that I'd be a dinosaur myself before I was even old. Whilst I was enthusing about the amazing accuracy of digital clocks, little did I know that my first love would soon become "a thing of the past"

Above was one of my favourite haunts, along with Honest John's in Portobello Road, Mole Jazz over in Kings Cross and Snoopees in Boscombe (I could go on...), so when I come across a photograph like this one it all comes rushing back how antiquated I am! Anyone recognise the proprieter?

To be fair I did see a superb record shop in Southsea yesterday, not that I risked dragging the family inside.