Was talking to a friend the other day about when we started going to the Pendelum in Manchester. I cant remember how
we i heard about this club ,maybe from word of mouth or in Blues and Soul. Anyway me,FS,RC,and JD decided to give it a wirl
We got the 92 bus from Stockport to Manchester, walked down to Victoria. I knew it was behind the Cathedral somewhere
but at first glance nothing. we must of gone round the Corn Excange about twice before stopping to ask somebody."Oh! you
want the MSG club"he said.Still now never knew what that stood for.Anyway in we went. A little corridor led us in where you had to
sign the book with your name and adress,paid our fifty pence or whatever it was and proceeded down the stairs. At the bottom you
turned right into the room, the bar being on the left,small bar stools and tables around the room itself,toilets at the back,DJs area at
the front. We were the first in at about 7pm. Barry Tasker and Dave White were there setting up. The floor seemed like a kind of bitumen
or something cause if you spilled any drinks on it you slipped quite easy. Anyway the place started to fill up and and soon the place was
rocking. I was gobsmacked ! the dance area was always heaving, tune after tune i had never heard of. I had to keep getting up to see
what was next on and who by. What a night we had. Got the last bus home, Chips and pudding at the chippy and on to watch the late
hammer horror on the box. Every Friday would go and the odd Saturday soon getting to know lots of people there. I remember we were
always about first in, a lad with long hair at the bar was usually there about the same time with usually some records in a plastic bag. i
always used to ask him for a look. I think his name was Richard Searling. Only joking it was Searling. then there was Barry from leve
his knickname was "barry big eyes". I used to always ask how he was, his reply usually "smashed" some kind of substance abuse i think.
Then there would be Malc from Stockport dancing legs going like a wild stallion, with the arms thrashing everywhere usually hitting
people on the head and body. But what a fantastic little club. I was only about 16 or 17 at the time. I was talking to somebody and he
said " do you go to the Torch in Stoke", never heard of it i said . He said we meeet up at piccadilly station at about 8pm on Saturday
I said great ill be there. And like they say the rest is history!
N.R.C.