NOW...Reverb writer and pal Geoff Cox and me met up with them for a few beers with a view to collaboration of some sorts . After , Geoff said this, and sent this diagram /score...
Hi John,
I’ve been thinking about what I’d be interested in chasing via
the Reverb project, stuff we’d be able to include other folk in and
discover some interesting ideas. I’ve been doodling a first pass at
what that content might be - the diagram atttached is a big-picture
take. If you think this is where we should be going I’d be happy to
refine some questions for each of the 7 areas, though I’m not sure
we’d need much more to get folk talking?
Ta Geoff....Meanwhile the oral history project
rolls on some of it gets into the writing too, thanks to everyone who has engagaed after reading this stuff, and through the social media links and word of mouth.
Of what we've done, this is one of my favourite interviews....Labour Club
“Squatters” Dave Clancy ,Sarah Duffin and Nessa Hughes. Lovely, funny people...
Sarah Duffin.. My mam was involved in
the Labour party, so I was there at the opening and at the close, we
were at 6th form, going there slightly illegally, and
later we worked there as well..I did glass collecting, bottling up...
we were very reluctant to work behind the bar...we were better on the
other side of it..
David Clancy: I went for an 18th
there, uninvited, we smuggled our way in...it was rough as shit...but
I went back with Sarah and Ness...., no,the first time I was about
14, there was a Clause 28 meeting going on...
Nessa Hughes. First time I went, I was
meant to be in maths. I was 17...I didn't think about the politics..
I just knew I wasn't conservative..we didnt get judged in
there......we were called the Zippys, the Squatters..We were the
Zippys because we were a bit hippy, a bit goth and a bit of punk
thrown in...we had our own little Squatters corner....we had all our
records on the juke box, we got to play them for free, we got the
pool table for free...they knew we didnt have any money.
S We'd sit there all night with glasses
of water, near the jukebox..”play number 125!”
S We were comfortable...it was such a
bizarre mix of people...a lot that I remember chatting to were
probably in their 50s and 60s, going out for a pint of stout, and I
was there with my Robert Smith hair and eye-make up all over the
place and they'd be like “hiya Sarah....” and then theyd be
arguing with Chatty and the punks...
N I got banned off drinking Newcastle
Brown...they didn't ban me, but they'd not serve me a bottle of dog..
S There was Graham and Arthur.. I was
on a YTS scheme, on Walney, and Graham used to make me my lunch every
day...
S the only trouble was in the upstairs
bar...18ths, engagements, christenings...wed work the bar on function
nights, you'd get to nine o clock and you'd think...its going to
kick off....the only time there was trouble downstairs was the
bikers from out of town...they were asked to leave, and they started
to chuck pool balls at the optics.
N one of the glass collectors had to
hide behind the bar..
S Me and you took up pool cues, didnt
we? “We'll protect you...” Some nights we'd be like scowling at
the punks...we all had our own little section..but on music nights it
was pretty united , just there for the music, even if it wasn't your
genre..
N like the
Clementines...who'd have thought we'd get into that sort of music,
but we became the Clementeenies...it made you go wild on the dance
floor...
S Everytime they played we were
there...when we got up to dance, everyone else did...especially when
they saw what our dancing was like, they'd think..oh I can do
that...
N You'd sit inbetween the tables on the
floor, round the dancefloor...everyone wanted to be there...
DC it was a place beyond rules...you'd
get Hash n Thrash raffling mushrooms...
S The Regal was over the road... we'd
leave the club...go in the Regal through one door, do a conga right
through it and back to the Labour Club through the other...past some
bloke doing “tie a yellow ribbon..”
S That's where we grew up, what we grew
up in..
N It was a safe place... It had no
beer gardens so wed sit on the ground outside, by the DSS...we spent
every spare minute we had there, for no reason...you heard a lot of
things... you were exposed to lots of people and personalities...
S 16 year old me , I wouldnt have got
interested in poetry and stuff any other way...
DC You were interested in peoples
difference, you could celebrate that.
S the people that ran it had a
tolerance and acceptance that spread to the people they employed, and
the people that came in...
DC it almost didn't need rules. There
was no threat.
S it was built on respect...if we got
out of hand you'd get a telling and you'd apologise the next day..
DC..when it shut we had to move into a
different world......I used to end up getting battered..
N I went out a lot less after that...we
lost a community
S yeah, when I moved outside of the
labour club I thought mm, I'm not sure I like this
DC I got my nose broke in
Eddysons...one of the bouncers, and then he threw me out...to go from
the Labour club, your nice little bubble, to that...
N we weren't equipped for it.
DC the last night....that was
depressing.
(Bob Spencer: On the last night, the
Clems has a revolving dartboard with song titles on it....they'd ask
you to throw a dart and they'd play the song... I recorded it, but I
missed a lot of the speeches to get the music on...I wish Id managed
to get both now.)
N It was day light when we left, the
police were there, we were all in tears..
DC why did it shut?
S We should have paid for our drinks...
Thanks, you three.
Anyone
out there fancy getting involved? artspacebarrow@gmail.com