Like Flush et al in 2010, I went to the Tramshed in Woolwich in the 70s. I remember it as a rather Bohemian place where you could just walk in off the street on a weekday afternoon, grab a pint and listen to some rock or blues band rehearsing. All very relaxed, friendly, dark and dusty.

I also attended some memorable gigs there: Dave Swarbrick (I diddled with him in his dressing room), Paul Brady (my mate and I wouldn't let him go - we kept clapping, shouting and stamping for more, and he did three or four encores), Rory Gallagher (one of the best gigs of my life) and ... Splodgenessabounds (the most disgusting gig I've yet been to).

Ah, those were the days ...