“A lot of what you see on screen comes from my personal memories,” Briggs says.
“I was warned not to go into the Tropicana, very, very severely,” Briggs once told me.
But even after the Tropicana transferred to the Ramada hotel chain, Briggs said she “never received a penny.”
“Football is the international sport and hip hop is the global soundtrack,” Briggs said.
“The subject matter was difficult, but worthwhile,” says Briggs about the play.
Mr. Briggs does see about it; he sees the builder, who tells him that “a little compo” is all that is wanted.
Briggs is in charge on the third floor front, and Dickson has the back rooms.
Briggs sauntered into sight presently, his arms full of flowers.
From Mr. Briggs, who, of course, got them by letter from his daughter.
The appearance of Mr Briggs was by no means rendered more attractive by illness and negligence of dress.