Well, this is all fascinating, me hearties. Hello to all.

I remember well Adrian House, run by Tony Rosney and John, as it was in my neck of the woods at the time, when I lived in Lark Lane. We often had seamen of every hue suppin' a pint at the bar.

Oily Joe's (The Victoria) was one of the most welcoming singing sessions I ever attended. Who remembers the lad who used to play air guitar on the zipper of his anorak, and sing "Honey Pie"? And John Somebody, who couldn't hold a tune in a bucket, but who eventually moved on to bigger and better things by coming first in "The Worst Singer In The World" at Fylde Folk Festival.

And what about the Thursday night Gregson's Wells, before it was pulled down? Wasn't that the forerunner of the The Liverpool Traditional Folk Club at the Cross Keys and The Vines (the Big House)?

What a myriad of residents we had at Gregsons, including a number of talented bands. Two singers' nights a month, then one night for a "local" guest and the last night for a "national" guest. One of our residents, Dick H. was working in the Liverpool Planning Department, and the story was he had conveniently lost the city council order to demolish the pub, by dropping it behind a filing cabinet. It stood there, alone, on that corner for two or three years while we searched for another venue.