That was the address. There are CCTV cameras everywhere on Southend seafront, but they are government jobs, and getting hold of feed from those, even
old stuff, is trickier than getting old footage from a private camera.
I used to live in a room, out the back. It was my friends room really, I lived on the floor, in about a two foot space between the bed, and the
wardrobe. The room was about the size of a jail cell! It was great! Rum for breakfast, ale with lunch, and just twenty yards from golden sands, and
the lapping waters of the Thames Estuary. They had a great jukebox there as well, best in the county at least. It's not the same these days though.
I used to live in the backroom of backstreet biker pub. I had my own pull out bed though. The amount of times people used to walk in thinking it was
the bog! Really not what you need when you are jumping around trying to get into your jeans. It was free though (came with the job) so I can't
complain. I used to have the long pool-table light over the dining table. It was horribly spooky though, I'm amazed at how long I lasted really.
The guy living in the attic woke to see a little girl playing by the side of his bed and the landlady saw an old woman in the corner. I'm not sure
if they were serious or just winding me up!
Oh I heard all manner of stuff about what people had seen in the pubs back rooms and attics. I never payed much heed to it, since everyone in the
place was as drunk as a lord, or at least as drunk as me! I never saw anything myself, that's for sure.
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