I remember a folk club which was run at that address in the 1960s. It was run by a student who had had a summer job at the ice cream depot in Bromborough where I worked.

I vaguely recall seeing Christy Moore there early on in his career, and Alan Taylor doing a kind of gizzagig floor spot. However, the only incident I remember with any clarity concerned the said former student. One night, after making some extremely offensive remarks about West Indian immigrants, he sang a racist song to the tune of Island in the Sun. It contained something appalling stuff about black people living on the dole, squating 20 to a room in Birmingham, and eating cat food.

Being somewhat green about such matters in those days, I didn't walk out, but sat there in uncomfortable silence. At any rate I never went back. I wonder if he nowadays reads the Daily Mail.