By the summer of 1978 I'd been attending all-nighters for a year however I wasn't a full soul boy with patches I was still just dipping my toe in. We'd venture over the pennines in transit vans and I recall once breaking down by that farmhouse which is marooned between the motorway right on top of the moors. Northerners will know where I'm talking about. It was about midnight but I was young and reckless so I started thumbing it towards Manchester. Amazingly some bloke in a sports car skidded to a halt and we jumped in. He dropped us off at the back of the town hall straight into a waiting taxi and onto the Carousel. I was never aware of any violence around this club because I wasn't from the area and always arrived direct. In a strange twist of fate I know live only a few miles away from where the club used to stand. Sunday 27th May 1979. Its time to start building up a photo gallery me thinks.
derek
1st pic: taken from top of stairs looking down onto dance floor. 2nd pic: overlooking balcony above DJ booth towards dance floor. 3rd pic: in the van with some likely lads.
derek
1st pic: taken from top of stairs looking down onto dance floor. 2nd pic: overlooking balcony above DJ booth towards dance floor. 3rd pic: in the van with some likely lads.