Andre Palfrey-Martin Collection
Alan Esdaile…Anyone remember the chicken & chips in a basket?
Leigh Wieland-Boys….Oh yes! Tried eating the green napkin, in my inebriated state thought it was lettuce! Happy days
Nicola Dobson….Yes I remember very well used to go.there a lot!
Jim Hobbs….Yes indeed, the chicken & chips were (as I recall) a requirement of the dumb licensing laws of the day. The club floor would become slippery because of the discarded food, lol. Happy days where my DJ career began all those years ago.
Mick Knights….Did anyone succeed in gaining entry via the Queens bar toilets, I tried a couple of times but was always intercepted by a particularly large bouncer!
Mick O’Dowd…..Certainly do! Or was it cockroach and chips in a basket. Not bad at 60p though. Had some great nights here when I took over from Colin Bell
Andre Martin….Jim – the trouble was, the gravy used to run thro the weave in the basket and go everywhere – lol. alternatives to chicken, I remember at “The Garden” in Penzance where I gigged many times in the 70s, the alternative was a proper Cornish Pasty as the bar snack, these were enormous, the filling was true to the proper pasty, the crimped edge, if thrown, was known to decapitate a punter at 50 ft !! – Happy Days.
Tony Court-holmes…..forgot about there
Jim Breeds….I went to the disco under Queen’s Hotel several times in the mid 70s. I don’t remember it being called Bonita’s though – did it have a name change? (Memory banks failing).
Redstar Richter….lol – a *million* name changes!
Yvonne Cleland….I’m sure I remember it being called ‘Underground’ – or something like – after Bonitas. Before Emmas/Lazybones. Of course, I’ve lost a couple of brain cells since those days……….
Alan Esdaile….t was called ‘Emmas’ and I think ‘Lazybones’ . Andre or Jim Hobbs should know some other names? Anyone else?
Peter Millington….t started life as The Flying Machine, played there too in The Confederates. Very dark and seedy
Jim Breeds….Undergound. Yes. Thank you Yvonne. And Yes. After the Nellie or whichever pub we’d ended up in at closing time. Dark, loud and “yes please, make mine a double”.