“An old couple were on till at the door. We were told that it used to be a teddy boys club before a hippy/rock club, and was called The Blue Moon. Girls were rooted out of the queue in the alleyway of people waiting to get in, and they were let in first. There was a viewing hatch in the door to see who was outside wanting to come in. A doorbell indicated police visit for drugs raid. Police never bothered really - just going through the motions. People practically selling LSD ect. from a trays. Old settees upstairs to sit on, and Newcastle Brown bottled beer (I seem to remember) was the only thing they sold. When it rained there were strategically placed bucket to catch the rain. Girls toilet had curtains across instead of a door. Best to shut your eyes when it was chucking out time and the lights came on at 2am when Waves was revealed in all of it's seedy glory! There was a large white figure painting on a black background of Ian Anderson in classical pose - balancing on one leg whilst playing the flute. Those were some of the best times of my life and I think of Waves every time I go past Shudehill tramstop on the Metro. Ah, Danzic Place. It's a car park now.”