Los Angeles, late 1940s. Everyone who was anyone wore trilbys.
Songwriter Sammy Cahn has just opened a new type of nightclub where, instead of live music they play records over the PA system. One night the young Tony Bennett decides to visit and checks his mac and trilby into the cloakroom. After a few drinks Tony decides to for out for something to eat but as he'll be coming back doesn't bother to take his stuff back out of the cloakroom.
At the kebab van he bumps into Frank Sinatra who say 'Hi, Tony no headwear tonight?'.
To which Bennett replies:
"I left my hat in Sam Cahn's disco."
Frank Sinatra once lost his steak pie she put clubbing in Dundee.
When asked about it he said “I left my tart in Fat Sams disco”
Do you think your security can keep you in purity, you will not shake us off above or below. Scottish friction, Scottish fiction