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Do the Albert & Locarno dance halls still exist?

No I wouldn't have thought so - my Mum went to both - and she's 83 :(

Did the Locarno not become The Garage and where was The Albert again?

bit of poinless info - I went to Clouds above the Green's - once :lol:

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No I wouldn't have thought so - my Mum went to both - and she's 83 :D

Did the Locarno not become The Garage and where was The Albert again?

bit of poinless info - I went to Clouds above the Green's - once ;)

The Locarno changed its name to Tiffany's and back again and the building is currently occupied by a casino and a derelict amusement arcade.

The Lone Groover is on the left of this shot of the famous revolving Locarno stage. He's holding a guitar with the big knobs.

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The Mayfair became the Electric garden, then shuffles returned to the Mayfair and is now the Garage.

the Albert ballroom along with its basement discotheque Joanna's was demolished after a fire and its site in Bath street is occupied by an office block.

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The Locarno changed its name to Tiffany's and back again and the building is currently occupied by a casino and a derelict amusement arcade.

The Lone Groover is on the left of this shot of the famous revolving Locarno stage. He's holding a guitar with the big knobs.

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'N' who's that loitering on the extreme right?

The Mayfair became the Electric garden, then shuffles returned to the Mayfair and is now the Garage.

the Albert ballroom along with its basement discotheque Joanna's was demolished after a fire and its site in Bath street is occupied by an office block.

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I used to like The Maryland.

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'N' who's that loitering on the extreme right?

I used to like The Maryland.

looks a wee bit like Queen Victoria ;)

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Joanna's wiz mah fayvrit haunt in the early tae mid 70's, though the Albert upstairs wiz considurred tae be fur auld farts. Went tae Tiffany's anaw, but found it a bit anaemic. Ah laytur moved upmarket, ur so ah thot, by freekwentin The White Elephant.

Afore a' that, ah risked mah life an' went tae the Flamingo ivry weekend tae ah goat a gubbin wan night. Ye hud tae be bevvied tae go tae The Flam, as it hud mair fights than Madison Skwerr Gardens ivry Friday an' Seturday. The Govan Team wid be lined up oan wan side o' the dance flair, wi' the likes o' the Gallahill Team an' ither Paisley, Renfra an, Tail o' the Bank types lined oan the ither side.

When ye left et the end o' the night, ye just hud tae hope the crowd et the door wur waitin fur sumbuddy else. Then ye wid sit oan yer dubble decker, waitin tae head fur all points West, an' watch tae see who they did chase, wanst ye hud breathed the audible sigh o' relief when ye realised it wisnae gonnae be yoo.

Only iver went tae The Maryland tae see bands like East of Eden, UFO and Uriah Heep. Ah did go dancin therr in laytur yeers, wanst it hud chainged tae Maestro's under Unicorn Leisure, an' laytur still as The Cotton Club.

Readin that back, it's hard tae buleev ah huv affy fond memories o' it a'.

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You and I musta crossed paths unknowingly on many a night, JJ, cos Joanna's was the place for me in the mid-70s as well. Trying to navigate them stairs (down) on an evening in 6 inch platforms was aye the biggest challenge of the night. Getting back up was far easier after a few babychams... :lol:

I know I was in the White Elephant a couple of times but can't remember exactly where it was...did it later change into Night Moves, up 30000 steps in Sauchiehall St next to Lauders? :rolleyes:

Tiffany's yeah, once I think (Electric Garden?) to see U2's first Glasgow gig in 1980 I think?

But most of all Maestros. Every weekend without fail, late 70s right through the early 80s and Cotton Club till well into the late 80s too. I had a bit of a crush on Michael C, the then manager, he reminded me of Darryl Hall only even handsomer, hahahaha! :lol:

No memory of the Flamingo, where was that then?

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Trying to navigate them stairs (down) on an evening in 6 inch platforms was aye the biggest challenge of the night.

Oddly enuff, ah kin vouch fur that.

You and I musta crossed paths unknowingly on many a night, JJ,

Ah've thot that ony many occasions oan here.

No memory of the Flamingo, where was that then?

Paisley Road West, no' too faur ootside Paisley. The fayvrit idea wiz tae hae a cuppla drinks in the Quo Vadis an' then head alang the road tae jine the queue for the Flam. This involved crossin Berryknowes Road which, laytur oan in the evenin, wid come intae play in the terror described in mah prevyus post regardin leavin et the end o' the night.

Basically, fur sum strange reezin, maist peepul who goat chased by the Govan Team wid take a sharp right intae Berryknowes Road. Probably rether than stiyin oan the straight Paisley Road West an' hopin yoo wur faster than ivry wan o' them. Course, the Govan boays soon realised this tae be the case, so summy thum wid head roon the coarner tae lie in wait fur the puir bugger gettin chased.

Whit wiz handy aboot that wiz, it's no that faur alang Berryknowes tae ye come tae Craigton Crematorium, meanin ye hudnae that faur tae travel efter they killed ye.

Ah mind kewin up wan night, (thur wiz a band oan an' it wiz eethur Edison Lighthoose ur the Bay City Roolers afore they hit the big time), an' cozzy the band, the kew wiz longer than usual. So, ah gets chattin tae this burd, (men ca' wimmen burds coz thur aye pickin up wurms - wee feminist joke fur yez therr), ah'n we ur gettin oan faymously. Ah rekkon ah'm in therr and hud jist tapped mah mate fur some dosh so'z ah cood piy hur in, (it wiz 10 shillins entrance fee ah'll huv ye know), when this bloke jumps the kew an' sterts chattin tae hur.

Huvvin been in the booze boutique afore headin tae the Flam, ah wiz fulla the auld Dutch courage an' wiz akshully checkin this boay oot tae see if ah thot ah cood take him in a skwerr go, (well, he hud skipped the kew an' he wiz also cuttin mah grass wi' the aforemenshint burd), when she decides tae introduce us. She say tae him, "Xxxxx, this is John, a guid friend o' the family", an' ah get even mair peeved coz ah kin sense ah'm aboot tae get the bum's rush. Then, thank Goad, she turns an' says tae me, wi' hur eyes burnin intae mine, "John, this is mah boyfriend Xxxxx, he's the leader-aff o' the Govan Team".

Two-faced cowardly bastirt that ah um, ah chainge mah demeanour toot sweet an' jist aboot gie him a luv bite right therr in frunt o' the foyer. Ah wiz pumpin his erm like wanny them auld watter wells ye see in the black 'n' white movies.

He tells me jist tae menshin his name, (which ah remember vividly tae this day - an' naw, it wisnae really Xxxxx), if ah iver get ony bother fae the boays oan the Govan side o' the flair. Suddenly ah'm feelin a loat mair upbeat an' kwite chirpy, if the trooth be telt, when the twice aforemenshint burd bursts mah bubble by sayin tae xxxxx, as she luks me straight in the face, "John huz kindly said he wull piy me in".

Needless tae say, thur wiz nae hamburger fur me oan the wiy hame that night. Thur wiz nivver onybuddy waitin tae chase me up Berryknowes Road eethur, so ah guess ye huv tae settle furra healthy balance o' expeeryinces sumtimes.

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I know I was in the White Elephant a couple of times but can't remember exactly where it was...did it later change into Night Moves, up 30000 steps in Sauchiehall St next to Lauders? :rolleyes:

No memory of the Flamingo, where was that then?

South of the Clyde, that's all you need to know.

The White Elephant became Roseland and maybe Night Moves.

Here's some of Eddie Tobin's memories as recorded by Martin Keilty.

Are Ye dancin'?

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Oddly enuff, ah kin vouch fur that.

Ah've thot that ony many occasions oan here.

Paisley Road West, no' too faur ootside Paisley. The fayvrit idea wiz tae hae a cuppla drinks in the Quo Vadis an' then head alang the road tae jine the queue for the Flam. This involved crossin Berryknowes Road which, laytur oan in the evenin, wid come intae play in the terror described in mah prevyus post regardin leavin et the end o' the night.

Basically, fur sum strange reezin, maist peepul who goat chased by the Govan Team wid take a sharp right intae Berryknowes Road. Probably rether than stiyin oan the straight Paisley Road West an' hopin yoo wur faster than ivry wan o' them. Course, the Govan boays soon realised this tae be the case, so summy thum wid head roon the coarner tae lie in wait fur the puir bugger gettin chased.

Whit wiz handy aboot that wiz, it's no that faur alang Berryknowes tae ye come tae Craigton Crematorium, meanin ye hudnae that faur tae travel efter they killed ye.

Ah mind kewin up wan night, (thur wiz a band oan an' it wiz eethur Edison Lighthoose ur the Bay City Roolers afore they hit the big time), an' cozzy the band, the kew wiz longer than usual. So, ah gets chattin tae this burd, (men ca' wimmen burds coz thur aye pickin up wurms - wee feminist joke fur yez therr), ah'n we ur gettin oan faymously. Ah rekkon ah'm in therr and hud jist tapped mah mate fur some dosh so'z ah cood piy hur in, (it wiz 10 shillins entrance fee ah'll huv ye know), when this bloke jumps the kew an' sterts chattin tae hur.

Huvvin been in the booze boutique afore headin tae the Flam, ah wiz fulla the auld Dutch courage an' wiz akshully checkin this boay oot tae see if ah thot ah cood take him in a skwerr go, (well, he hud skipped the kew an' he wiz also cuttin mah grass wi' the aforemenshint burd), when she decides tae introduce us. She say tae him, "Xxxxx, this is John, a guid friend o' the family", an' ah get even mair peeved coz ah kin sense ah'm aboot tae get the bum's rush. Then, thank Goad, she turns an' says tae me, wi' hur eyes burnin intae mine, "John, this is mah boyfriend Xxxxx, he's the leader-aff o' the Govan Team".

Two-faced cowardly bastirt that ah um, ah chainge mah demeanour toot sweet an' jist aboot gie him a luv bite right therr in frunt o' the foyer. Ah wiz pumpin his erm like wanny them auld watter wells ye see in the black 'n' white movies.

He tells me jist tae menshin his name, (which ah remember vividly tae this day - an' naw, it wisnae really Xxxxx), if ah iver get ony bother fae the boays oan the Govan side o' the flair. Suddenly ah'm feelin a loat mair upbeat an' kwite chirpy, if the trooth be telt, when the twice aforemenshint burd bursts mah bubble by sayin tae xxxxx, as she luks me straight in the face, "John huz kindly said he wull piy me in".

Needless tae say, thur wiz nae hamburger fur me oan the wiy hame that night. Thur wiz nivver onybuddy waitin tae chase me up Berryknowes Road eethur, so ah guess ye huv tae settle furra healthy balance o' expeeryinces sumtimes.

Excellent story!! "her eyes burnin inta mine"... wise wummin. She musta liked you.

I wonder how many lassies got sooked into all that gang stuff and then couldnae get out. She would prolly never have been alowed to look at another guy.

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You and I musta crossed paths unknowingly on many a night, JJ, cos Joanna's was the place for me in the mid-70s as well. Trying to navigate them stairs (down) on an evening in 6 inch platforms was aye the biggest challenge of the night. Getting back up was far easier after a few babychams... :D

Whits platforums?

I know I was in the White Elephant a couple of times but can't remember exactly where it was...did it later change into Night Moves, up 30000 steps in Sauchiehall St next to Lauders? :)

ah wiz in there wance, ah thunk it wiz called rooftops ur sumthin akin then

Tiffany's yeah, once I think (Electric Garden?) to see U2's first Glasgow gig in 1980 I think?

Ah huv been in there tae, furst time wiz tae see ra Fun Boy Three @1982/3

But most of all Maestros. Every weekend without fail, late 70s right through the early 80s and Cotton Club till well into the late 80s too. I had a bit of a crush on Michael C, the then manager, he reminded me of Darryl Hall only even handsomer, hahahaha! :P

Izzat no' a crap car?

No memory of the Flamingo, where was that then?

fekked if ah know, am obviously a lot yunger than yooz lot

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...she decides tae introduce us. She say tae him, "Xxxxx, this is John, a guid friend o' the family", an' ah get even mair peeved coz ah kin sense ah'm aboot tae get the bum's rush. Then, thank Goad, she turns an' says tae me, wi' hur eyes burnin intae mine, "John, this is mah boyfriend Xxxxx, he's the leader-aff o' the Govan Team".

Two-faced cowardly bastirt that ah um, ah chainge mah demeanour toot sweet an' jist aboot gie him a luv bite right therr in frunt o' the foyer. Ah wiz pumpin his erm like wanny them auld watter wells ye see in the black 'n' white movies...

I liked that bit. I laffed. tongue.gif But why did anyone ever go to places that were so scary? ohmy.gif

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....... why did anyone ever go to places that were so scary?

That's a kweschin ah jist cannae answer. Ah wiz nivver the bravest o' sowels, so why ah pit masel throo that kinna ekspeeryince twice a week, ivery week, is beyond me. Ah must huv been even dafter than ah remember. Ye coodnae piy me enuff tae go in a place like that nooadays.

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That's a kweschin ah jist cannae answer. Ah wiz nivver the bravest o' sowels, so why ah pit masel throo that kinna ekspeeryince twice a week, ivery week, is beyond me. Ah must huv been even dafter than ah remember. Ye coodnae piy me enuff tae go in a place like that nooadays.

"Maturity is often more absurd than youth and very frequently is most unjust to youth."

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That's a kweschin ah jist cannae answer. Ah wiz nivver the bravest o' sowels, so why ah pit masel throo that kinna ekspeeryince twice a week, ivery week, is beyond me. Ah must huv been even dafter than ah remember. Ye coodnae piy me enuff tae go in a place like that nooadays.

I can answer the question, although, the lassies weren't in such risky situations, we went because our pals went. We were part of the time and part of the culture. Where else would we have gone? I am often amazed at the way youngsters are frowned upon so much by grown ups and wonder if they never put themselves in danger or got up to allsorts of mischief when they were young? Or did some people manage to miss the reckless phase?

I'm older and the places you mention came later, JJ, but Glasgow in the 60s was pretty scary. Spiers in Yoker, The Barrowland, Dennistoun Palais and Arcari's in Balloch, were all intimidating places. The Maryland and Lennoxbank in Helensburgh were safer - we thought they were a bit staid.

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I had a go at revisiting the White Elephant last year, just before the entrance to the Chinese restaurant there is a stairway to the left, I climbed up the four flights of stairs in total darkness, when I got to the top I was confronted by a locked steel door. Bummer.

I remember Tiger Tim used to DJ (sorry Westie) there. They used to make you buy a plate of cold meat & potato croquettes so that they could legally claim that they were a restaurant, I think it gave them a licence to open late or something of the sort.

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Dennistoun Palais

Two girls took me roller skating there when I was 15 or so, I was pertrified, I'd heard all the stories about the gangs in that area, needless to say the night passed peacefully. This was the big song at the time:

Honey

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I had a go at revisiting the White Elephant last year, just before the entrance to the Chinese restaurant there is a stairway to the left, I climbed up the four flights of stairs in total darkness, when I got to the top I was confronted by a locked steel door. Bummer.

I remember Tiger Tim used to DJ (sorry Westie) there. They used to make you buy a plate of cold meat & potato croquettes so that they could legally claim that they were a restaurant, I think it gave them a licence to open late or something of the sort.

There wiz an Indian restrunt like that in Greenock years ago, it wiz called the Bangalore (known lovally by its alternative name of Bangawhore)

Opened late usin its restrunt lishensh, queued ootra door and if yoo were daft enuff tae go up and dance, when yoo came back tae yer table, ther wiz new folk sittin n yer seat and nae sign of yer curry

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I remember Tiger Tim used to DJ (sorry Westie) there.

Nae problem there. Tiger Tim is a proper DJ with comprehensive knowledge and good taste, who knows and cares about his audience, who is happy to play the records rather than f*ck around with them, who has always made an honest living - and who has never encroached into trying to call himself an 'artist', or taken over gigs that actual musicians should be playing and commanding a band's worth of cash for so doing, depriving people of actual talent and ability.

TT is a totally different proposition from the jumped up gig stealing articles calling themselves DJs these days. They're killing music.

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Tiger Tim was resident at Clouds and like many DJs worked with bands and eventually replaced them. He led a band at one point when he left radio and launched a career as a recording artist. He returned shortly after.

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There wiz an Indian restrunt like that in Greenock years ago, it wiz called the Bangalore (known lovally by its alternative name of Bangawhore)

Opened late usin its restrunt lishensh, queued ootra door and if yoo were daft enuff tae go up and dance, when yoo came back tae yer table, ther wiz new folk sittin n yer seat and nae sign of yer curry

Many moons ago when we went to the dancing in Co Donegal you were served Irish Stew at the interval. It was optional. :angry:

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Many moons ago when I went to the dancing on the Isle of Barra, I was served whisky in a lemonade bottle in the toilet at the interval. It was to hide it from the holy father. ;) The holy father in Connor Murtagh's bar in Multyfarnham, now, that's a whole other story. :rolleyes:

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:D

I sailed across to Barra in the summer of 95, beautiful sailing on a calm sea and I'll never forget the sight as we were coming in to Castlebay at about 8pm, revellers running down to meet the boat holding pints of guinness. B)

I too had stew in dances in Ireland mainly Buncrana but sure not exclusively :D

Just down the road from me in Glenfarne,Leitrim is the brilliantly named Ballroom of Romance- pure Father Ted I'll get a pic next time I'm there :lol::lol:

http://www.glangevlin.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=74%3Athe-rainbow-ballroom-of-romance-glenfarne&catid=34%3Ahistory&Itemid=54

Talkin Father Ted - next town to me has the annual Lady of the Lake contest complete with Wolf Whistling Contest you couldn't make it or indeed where else would you find it :lol: scroll down to see the organisers comments on wimminn/ gurls/ fe**

http://www.impartialreporter.com/news/roundup/articles/2010/07/15/391829-international-entrants-contest-wolfwhistling-crown

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