Artefact
And now for the best bit....the playlist; from Hac. Newsletter No. IV. On one occasion I managed to coerce Hewan Clarke to play "Crazy Horses" The Osmonds which I just happened to have about my person. He should have received a Victoria Cross for valour, above and beyond the call of duty, serving in the trenches below the dancefloor in that particular danceteria....
Flashback of a zoot-suited Kid Creole swanning around the place onone of those 3 quarter empty mid-week winter nights, with his loverly bunch of Coconuts vogueing away like good 'uns and probably adding the only glimpse of otherworldly glamour to the night's proceedings. A teddy boy jacketed Elvis Costello mooching about another time.... stuff like that.Early days when not much happened and it took all night to do so.Thinking about it, 'cos we lived nearby we were always in there,probably out of boredom/ lack of employment as much as anything else. Sometimes we'd just nip over for a swift 'alf late in the night's proceedings or pop in during the day to stare at people getting their barnets did. Or rummage around in the vast basement going through mountains of abandoned filing cabinets, like crows at the local council tip.....purely for the ethics of recycling of course..probably left there from when it was a boat display warehouse.Devil/ idle hands, and endless fun...
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