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Maestro's was halfway up Scott Street (now part of CCA) and was previously known as The Maryland and Glasgow Arts Lab. Pink Floyd played one or other of these incarnations in 1969(?)

The Pink Floyd played a benefit at The Maryland with the Glasgow Arts Lab as the beneficiary. The Arts lab did not yet exist but the idea had been discussed at a public meeting held in the Kibble Palace. The Arts Lab ran several events at The Maryland including the first Glasgow showing of Don't look back and possibly some other gigs. The Arts lab itself surfaced as the Third Eye Centre in Sauchiehall Street. later it became THE Centre for Contemporary Arts.

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Rolo wrote:

I think Dex is right in surmising the place BigMags means is the Electric Gardens but I can't remember if it later became Tiffany's, or was where the Garage is now.

I thought the Electric Gardens reopened as Clouds but maybe no ... it was an awful long time ago :lol:

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Clouds was above the apollo and was known as Satellite City for a period. The Electric Gardens became The Mayfair which became the Garage.

The Locarno became Tiffany's returned to the Locarno became soemthing else/ and is now the Big Apple amusement Arcade and the casino.

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and the Glasgow story entry written by someone who did not get beyond a country dance night a GUU is wrong

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Was Clouds not up above the Apollo?

Fecked if I can remember!!!!

:lol:

Probly. As I said, more of a dippy hippy than a scene queen :oops:

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Hi again,

Thanks for all your replies. Glad Onyirtodd remembers the White Elephant, it used to take ages to get up the winding stairs, not that I had been drinking or anything, this was even before you got a drink! :oops:

I think it was Rolo who could remember going to Joanna's with platforms on!! It was so dark down in Joanna's that you could sometimes come out with a different guy from the one you went in with!!:lol: The night always ended with the DJ playing "Joanna", by Scott Walker........ahhhhh!

But I'm shocked to hear it went up in flames!

The Rooster was in Glassford Street, off Argyll Street, it was quite a small place, but quite good.

I used to go to the Muscular Arms too, it was brill, is it now a Pizza Hutt? I went there before going to see the Eagles at Hampden in the summer and thought it looked like the same place. Although I know you went upstairs to the Muscular Arms, it was fab with all the palm trees and weird, exotic colours.

Bigmags

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Am I dead ancient or does anbondy else remember Lucifers nightclub, under a chipy near Queen Street Station, used to go there after the Muscular Arms, in fact my ex hubby was a manager very briefly in the Arms at the same time I think when one of the bouncers went on to get a part in Eastenders.

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Hi again,

Thanks for all your replies. Glad Onyirtodd remembers the White Elephant, it used to take ages to get up the winding stairs, not that I had been drinking or anything, this was even before you got a drink! :oops:

If you got there early enough you'd be allowed to use the lift.

I used to go to the Muscular Arms too, it was brill, is it now a Pizza Hutt?

Bigmags

That's the place. Kinda opposite Rita Rusk. It was a fave of Eddie Tobin (another ex-Unicorn person) who managed to get himself shot last week :lol:

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does anbondy else remember Lucifers nightclub.

Lucifer's was situated in the basement of the then named Station Cafe, now a Kebab shop, at the corner of Dundas Street and Cathedral Street. It was eventually closed for failing to adhere to fire regulations, overcrowding and such like. The Polis were raiding the place near enough every weekend towards the end. One of the DJ's went on to become Eric Clapton's guitar technician. The manager who went on to manage the club on the Clyde Street waterfront died recently of Parkinson's Disease at the age of 58.

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Thanks Greenrizla and welcome to the board.

The introduction of Fire limits and rudimentary safety rules like not locking the back doors meant the end for a number of clubs. The Maryland survived but almost went under as the unlicensed for alcohol Sands. The Picasso, Lindella, Sergeant Peppers, the Revolution etc closed.

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I used to have a right fancy for the DJ of my time Lee Dickson, I wonder what happened to him, mabe it was him who went on to Eric Clapton

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Thanks Greenrizla and welcome to the board.

The introduction of Fire limits and rudimentary safety rules like not locking the back doors meant the end for a number of clubs. The Maryland survived but almost went under as the unlicensed for alcohol Sands. The Picasso, Lindella, Sergeant Peppers, the Revolution etc closed.

Yup, we used to call it 'rubber walls'... .It applied not only to club owners that breached capacity limits but also gig promoters who oversold gigs to make an extra buck. Complete bstrds, all those guilty.

About the mid-80s I once found the fire doors of a big 'East End' venue chained shut at the time the punters were coming in. I kicked up holy feck as you might imagine.

I also remember seeing folks opening the fire doors at the back stairs of Maestro's to sneak their mates in. BAAAAAD.

But H&S in this country is so sound now, the cooncils all have strict rules and take the licences off anyone that commits even the smallest breach.

Hence the rise in private security companies who're all vetted.

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Come with me now on yet another tangent....

We had a regular wealthy customer who had a rather peculiar peccadillo. Whenever he booked in to the diner, we humble wait-persons had to remove the lightbulb from the lamp above his designated table before he arrived with whatever lady he was wining and dining that night.

Reason was he wore probably the WORST toupe ever woven (I suspect it was knitted by someone's granny in Eastern Europe) and he required complete darkness for fear his companion would notice his screamingly obvious nylon headgear....I kid you not.

To make matters worse, the guy was severely vertically challenged. Imagine a Glasgow version of Joe Pesci and you're getting my drift.

Whenever he arrived, wi a girl several feet taller than himself, we wait-persons regularly had to go hide in the kitchen lest he noticed our snorts of laughter. Childish yes. But necessary....

Remember the guy, but not his name. He was a midget property developer with a really bad syrup, lots of bling, stacked heels, and a chauffer driven rolls. Used his smarm to bed various blondes with some success, it has to be said...Always to be found in Charlie Parkers, Lautrec's (park circus) etc., I remember one story where at a wedding, when the bride and groom left by helicopter, he was standing there with one hand on his wig and the other on his sporran (made of the same material no doubt!)

Now, what was his name - it escapes me??

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Thanks Rizla just read the article, wee Lee Dickson whou would have guessed, were you around Lucifers at that time

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Rolo Rote:-

Come with me now on yet another tangent....

We had a regular wealthy customer who had a rather peculiar peccadillo. Whenever he booked in to the diner, we humble wait-persons had to remove the lightbulb from the lamp above his designated table before he arrived with whatever lady he was wining and dining that night.

Reason was he wore probably the WORST toupe ever woven (I suspect it was knitted by someone's granny in Eastern Europe) and he required complete darkness for fear his companion would notice his screamingly obvious nylon headgear....I kid you not.

To make matters worse, the guy was severely vertically challenged. Imagine a Glasgow version of Joe Pesci and you're getting my drift.

Whenever he arrived, wi a girl several feet taller than himself, we wait-persons regularly had to go hide in the kitchen lest he noticed our snorts of laughter. Childish yes. But necessary....

Remember the guy, but not his name. He was a midget property developer with a really bad syrup, lots of bling, stacked heels, and a chauffer driven rolls. Used his smarm to bed various blondes with some success, it has to be said...Always to be found in Charlie Parkers, Lautrec's (park circus) etc., I remember one story where at a wedding, when the bride and groom left by helicopter, he was standing there with one hand on his wig and the other on his sporran (made of the same material no doubt!)

Now, what was his name - it escapes me??

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I remember him too... he was also a regular of Nico's and the spagetti factory. I seem to remember his syrup was nicked one night in the spagetti factory and it ended up in the minestrone soup.

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Hahahahaha! I doubt if any of the wait-persons at the Factory woulda notissed if they were serving up chargrilled syrups on account of the fact they were only there to get spottit by local film-makers....and thereby catapulted to a short-lived career on TOTP and the sillier music mags.

I spotted wan of em on Father Ted reruns recently. And like in the case of the vertically challenged bewigged one, I'm naming no names!

:twisted:

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Hahahahaha! I doubt if any of the wait-persons at the Factory woulda notissed if they were serving up chargrilled syrups on account of the fact they were only there to get spottit by local film-makers....and thereby catapulted to a short-lived career on TOTP and the sillier music mags.

I spotted wan of em on Father Ted reruns recently. And like in the case of the vertically challenged bewigged one, I'm naming no names!

:twisted:

Clare Grogan was waitress Jade.

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rolo tomassi wrote:

Hahahahaha! I doubt if any of the wait-persons at the Factory woulda notissed if they were serving up chargrilled syrups on account of the fact they were only there to get spottit by local film-makers....and thereby catapulted to a short-lived career on TOTP and the sillier music mags.

I spotted wan of em on Father Ted reruns recently. And like in the case of the vertically challenged bewigged one, I'm naming no names!

Factory waitstaff? Names will be named....

I remember Sue Briggs (ex- Justin Currie), and the versatile Colin McGeachie, and Paul and Rosie. If you had dissed the staff in the mid 80s, or were a prat midget property cowboy with a badger-hai syrup, then either Colin or Paul or both may well have peed in your coffee out of badness. [They grew up (slightly) after relocating to PJs Pastaria in Ruthven Lane]

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