I wish they had existed. The first one I ever went to - around 1964 or so - was the mortal remains of a folk song and dance society, run by an elderly lady called Mrs. Parkinson, and with a resident trio that looked like Peter, Paul and Mary.

When I went down to the Cousins in Greek Street - around '65/'66 or so, for the allniter - everyone was snoozing on the floor by around 2 in the morning and coffee was the strongest thing in sight. Mind you, the night Alexis Korner and Duffy Power were in, there all sorts of little pill boxes were being passed around and, for some reason, people were awake longer...

"Depravity and loose living" - that came much later - and not in folk clubs!