The Hampstead Folk Club actually started its life at a pub in Pond Street but after the first week and with guests booked for 3 months the landlord informed us he had not got a music licence so Red Sullivan and Martin Windsor agreed to sing with no gate money being taken and they passed the hat round at the end of the evening. The next week was spent with the five of us Don, Maureen, Dom Terry Gould and myself doing a pub crawl of Hampstead finally ending up at the bottem of Haverstock Hill at the Enterprise the rest as they say( and the ice creams) is history.
Can't remember the name of the pub in Pond Street it was'nt the Roebuck.