RE: St Georges It were just St Georges in the 60's Tuesdays and Fridays if memory serves . F*ckin boxingmatch any neet though. They'd dab your hand wi a stamp for a passout, you were then obliged to run darn stairs whilst it was still wet and press it onto thi mates hand. They never twigged like - oh aye.
Rebeccas I once won a bottle of bubbly for being the biggest ******** in Rebeccas. I swear to this day I misheard the name of the competition.
I always remember the first time... ... I went to Whispers. Got a drink, sat down, then a song called "So Macho" came on (Sinita?) and I thought "I can do this" and got up. Maybe I wasn't quite so macho after all. I was funny though - well everybody was laughing.
Spent many a night in there with... Gerry Taggart and ..... can't remember his name young striker we had on loan looked good but never scored. Played at Sheff U in the cup when we had 3 games against them, can't for the life of me remember his name.
RE: Boys Club I went there when I was 11/ 12 ish... it was all girls from Holgate & boys from Lundwood .... not quite sure how that happened? (dunno)
I ran and played for the St Georges football team We played the Boys Club 4 times in one season and bet them 3-2 every time Just to show there were no hard feelings I later played for the Boys Club.
I remember going to Whispers for my 18th... ...wearing a green double-breasted suit. What a warped view of how people dressed around town I had. Well my mum told me that was how people dressed... Drunk as a skunk on strawberry 20-20. The next morning I managed about twenty minutes at my Saturday job at Halfords before having to go home. It was only when I left Barnsley that I realised what good nightclubs could be like... compare Sankeys Soap in Manchester or Nation in Liverpool to those brawl holes. Well they don't compare. What was it Whisper's used to say below the sign? "Voted the most beautiful discotheque in Europe." Voted by who??? The Whisper's management I presume. Can you imagine an international conference in Paris where they proclaim some distant hole full of feyting eighteen year olds is the winner? Well it's got lasers!
Stables?.......... It ended up as snooker hall didn't it? There was also Changes - the first club i experienced was Rebecca's. It was like the Magic Roundabout with several drinkers seemingly walk around the dancefloor which was set lower than the carpet/walkway. One evening; whilst doing a few rounds myself i seemed to notice that quite a few lasses were watching me when i walked by and thought "Aye, aye! It's going to be my lucky night tonight". This went on for a few minutes and as i went for another beer some right good looking sort greeted me with a smile and asked if she could "have a word?". Blimey! "Of course you can love".. To which she replied......... "I think you've farted and followed through"........ I was off like a shot! A quick check in the latrines revealed a brown stain and i realised i'd been the subject of much mirth and laughter . That was the last time i wore light coloured keks, i can tell you. Anyone remember Chuck's Wagon outside afterwards?