Posted by Pat Little Another of my poems, this time its about the Mayfair Ballroom. Im sure a few of you went there too? Saturday Night 1959 The Mayfair Dance Hall, up some stairs; brown cracked lino on the floor. A married couple; sat on chairs charged half-a-crown at the door. I have fond memories of Saturday night Pink lipstick, and bee-hive hair Pointed shoes that were much too tight. Teddy Boys went there. We’d hurry in and look around our eyes would quickly scan. Hoping that there might be found an unattached young man. The couple played records; forty fives on a Dancette placed on a chair. Boys in ‘brothel creepers’ loved to jive. No Fred Astaire went there. We would dance the Mayfair bop the circle moving around the floor and when the music stopped the boy’s would ask ‘yo bin ‘ere befower?’ We’d go to the loo in pairs, at break my friend would guard the door. Stilettos stepping over lake and loo paper on the floor. The mirror on the wall was broke It was all cracked around the edge. My friend fancied this tallish bloke I remember his name was Reg. Names were written on the wall like ‘I love Tommy Grere’ But one was scratched above them all saying ‘Arthur Jones was ‘ere’ Drainpipes were the fashion then and long jackets with velvet collars. A comb in their top pocket; men! thought they looked a million dollars. Then orange squash was carried in at nine, upon a tray. We’d have a drink then dance again to Frankie Vaughan and Johnny Ray. Saturday night at The Mayfair, happy memories, sharing fags, and girls with back combed hair when we danced around our bags. Pat Little 2008
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 15:55:21 +0000
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