In The Club 2 – Downstairs

Here are more of peoples’ somewhat clouded memories of the inside of the Dungeon Club. Downstairs was where the action took place. It was dark, maybe clammy, full of loud music, some from live bands other from records played by the DJ’s. Full of people, no-one standing still, either tapping their feet or body in time or energetically dancing to the music. And most of them tended to show off – look, I’m the best dressed, look, I’m the best dancer!


Down the Stairs

Stone steps led down to a room with a stone floor.

Downstairs Plan
Downstairs Plan


Stuart Morris – “After paying, you could turn right to the cloak room, coffee bar, and booths, or you could walk about 20 yards straight on, turn left then come back on yourself down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs you would turn left onto the dance floor. Stage on the right with D.J. console on left of stage as you looked at it. On floor in front of console was barrel that Alan Askey danced on. Further on through brick arches more dance floor. Because the walls were painted with gloss paint, they were always dripping wet with condensation. You couldn’t lean on ‘em.”

Craig Strong – “I wonder if there are any photographs of the interior? I don’t remember seeing Alan dancing on a barrel! Excellent!”

Stuart Morris – “You were only a baby then Craig.”

Craig Strong – “True that Stu! 14 to be exact.”

Paul Thorpe – “Bl**dy hell another memory jogged? The barrel, not a clue what purpose it served, other than for Alan Askey to stand on so he could see eye to eye with Stuart Morris? Perhaps.”

Siddo Mel Senior – “I’m sure I can remember the brick alcoves/rooms and floors down stairs but as previously mentioned, a lot of water has gone under the bridge since then.”

Stuart Morris – “It’s no good Mick, we’ll have to get you a floor plan. Can you remember where the toilets were? In case you get caught short next time you’re walking round in your mind’s eye.”

Mick Hatcher – “I remember the toilets Stu, bottom of the stairs along the left hand wall at the end.”

Craig Strong – “I recall the male toilets as being on the adjoining wall, not far from where you site them … either that or as you went through the door it was an immediate right turn into them?

“Actually, now I’m trying to visualise them, I’m thinking you are right, but a definite sharp right turn as you went in.”

Paul Thorpe – “Toilets on the right were the ladies Craig … whoops!!”

Craig Strong – “No I meant just right near to where you put them! But as I said, I believe you are correct about them being where you said.”

Craig Strong – “I’m thinking the DJ box didn’t stick out like that? It was part of the stage at the far left as you looked at it. Correct me if I’m wrong! Might have jutted out a little.”

Downstairs view 1
Downstairs view 1

Mick Hatcher – “Another quick sketch from the bottom of the stairs as I remember it, with the stage, DJ pedestal and the archways to the extra bits of dance floor. Please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.”

Linda Thompson – “Think you’ve got it right Mick.”

Mick Hatcher – “Thanks Linda, 50 years on and only seems like yesterday.”

Deanna Fahy – “That’s the only thing about the Dungeon I remember.”

Josephine Pate – “Looks good!”

Underneath the Arches

Jeanette Hutchinson – “We Ilkeston crowd used to gather under the left hand arches opposite stage … This is where Sam was flung against the wall and searched by undercover cop when it was raided … Great plan.”

Sharon Wilson – “Just as I remember it. Didn’t it have big beer barrels where you could stand your drinks inside the arches?”

Mick Hatcher – “Paul Thorpe is always on about the barrel, Sharon, you’d better ask him, I can’t remember it myself.”

Lorna Hickton – “Yes we did have beer barrels to put your drinks on.”

Downstairs dance floor & alcove
Downstairs dance floor & alcove

Stuart Morris – “Don’t remember the arches opposite the D.J. console. Thought that was a plain wall. There was a barrel tucked into the corner in front of and to the right of the console, that’s the one that Alan Askey danced on.”

Linda Thompson – “I remember those arches, Stu, but can’t remember the barrel. Can remember Alan being a good dancer though. You weren’t so bad either!!”

Jeanette Hutchinson – “We used to go in the arches, Stu.”

Paul Thorpe – “Stu, it was a plain wall halfway along (opposite the stage) then there were the arches, shown on the left of the sketch, actually further along that wall, so both you and Mick are correct, those arches were where me Sedge & Gabby ‘practised’ dancing, before going out in the main area with the ‘grown ups’.”

Josephine Pate – “Definitely arches from back wall into alcove. We used to dance back there but mostly in the end alcove.”

Mick Hatcher – “Thank you Josephine.”

Josephine Pate – “The alcove wasn’t in the middle of the wall but more away from the men’s bogs maybe almost opposite the DJ end of stage.”

Ann Barry – “I think there was more floor space through the arches on the back wall than is shown. Enough for several dancers.”

Mick Hatcher – “Couldn’t get it in on my sketch, Ann.”

Kath Allen – “I can remember this one better, me and my ex use to snog on the left side in the archway.”

Mario Joseph – “Not certain but wasn’t there a bar downstairs opposite the stage in an alcove?”

Josephine Pate – “No but they did do that at the Beachcomber.”

Mario Joseph – “Can see it as plain as day, guess I’m losing it.”

Ron Attenborough – “Mario, the bar opposite the stage was opened up when it changed to the Eight till Late.”

Josephine Pate – “I did wonder if it was a later memory, although I remember nothing of the 8 till late except it being the last call on a megga hen night in ’71.”

Mario Joseph – “Thanks for clearing up that one, Ron, thought I was cracking up.”

Wall of Sound

Craig Strong – “Can you remember the speaker array Mick?”

Mick Hatcher – “No Craig that’s one thing I can’t remember mate.”

Craig Strong – “Being a bit of a sound freak I remember them being mounted on what was probably very thick chipboard, and there were 4 X 18″ Goodmans bass units, and 8 X 8″ Goodmans mid-range units, which may have been full range as I don’t remember ever seeing any tweeters. The speaker wall was towards the staircase end of the room, on the same side as the stage.”

Mick Hatcher – “I’ll put them on my next one then Craig but they will not look like you remember them.”

Josephine Pate – “I was back in the club several times with Bob and a few others around 1980 when it was Shades. Changed somewhat but pretty surreal to be in there again!

“’8 till Late’ after Dungeon days? I can remember going in or to be more exact coming out at the end of a hen night would’ve been February ‘71. Please correct me if I’ve got the wrong name linked to it for that period!!”

Maurice Moore – “Josephine, it was briefly The Big Apple in 1968, then the 8 Till Late till sometime in 1971 when it became Marios. Shades was a little later.”

Downstairs view 2
Downstairs view 2

Mick Hatcher – “Standing at the side of DJs pedestal looking towards the bottom of the stairs with the saxophone and music notes painted on the stairs wall. Craig Strong’s speakers on the wall and the gents loo over on right and the back wall arch. Cannot remember whether there were any columns on the dance floor, feel free to put me right.”

Craig Strong – “The speakers were in that general area, but they pointed towards the dance floor, and not at the stage as you portray. I think the wall that they were mounted on was a more gentle angle. This kind of angle.”

Mick Hatcher – “Oh yes l remember now, we are getting there.”

Paul Thorpe – “Mick Hatcher, I’m sure there were pillars at the front of the stage, this is confirmed on photo’s of the various groups & artists mate.”

Mick Hatcher – “Thanks Paul I’m sure I must have walked into them a few times.”

Craig Strong – “Probably so, I think it was just the positioning of the speakers that Mick was concentrating on.”

Maurice Moore – “The photos show one black pillar which I have a vague memory of. It seems to be positioned fairly central – it is to the right hand side of the lead vocalist in each case & generally the lead stands in the middle of the stage. I also think it’s very close to the stage.”

Stephen Jeffery – “There was a stairway up from the stage to Stanford Street. I spoke to Ben E King at the top of it. He was getting some fresh air. Most probably for the bands to take their gear down to the stage. I believe that stairway doubled as a fire exit. The door came out at the side of the right hand pillar. Obviously health and safety was less of an issue then!!”

Craig Strong – “I remember literally bumping into The Action as they were coming up the normal stairs in ‘66!”

Stephen Jeffery – “Underrated band. Saw them one or two times.”

Dave Berry

Dave Berry & the Cruisers playing at the Dungeon
Dave Berry & the Cruisers playing at the Dungeon

Mick Hatcher – “I remember him (Dave Berry) getting drowned just before he went on stage down there one night. Someone had broken a water pipe in the loo and pointed it straight outwards.”

Kath Shaw – “Well I never!! Just do not remember camera’s down there at all.”

Phil Long – “How good is this photograph? I wish there were more!”

Mick Hatcher – “Is that Exit sign the stairway at the left hand side of the stage leading up to the cloakroom?”

Maurice Moore – “Yes Mick.”

Angela Richards – “Exactly Mick. The ones that don’t exist.”

Paul Thorpe – “Spanish wine bottles covered in straw rafia, that’s one I’d forgotten, I guess it’s the camera flash that’s made it appear much lighter in this.”

Mick Hatcher – “I can’t remember the granny brass wall plaques either, Paul.”

Angela Richards – “I had my share and I’m not to blame …”

Kath Shaw – “Are you sure it’s the Dungeon, the far background & the wall plaques are not familiar at all.”

Mick Hatcher – “I agree with you Kath. Also, I can’t see the DJs pedestal at the end of the stage.”

Ann Barry – “It’s taken at the same performance as the photo Gillian Williams posted on here some time ago, she was definite hers was taken in the Dungeon. Even from the same angle. You can see from what Dave is wearing and one or two of the audience.”

Dave Berry & the Cruisers
Dave Berry & the Cruisers

Gillian Williams – “Thanks Ann, it’s been a treasured photo of mine for years, just wish there was more.”

Phil Long – “I’ve spoken to Mick Parker and he says that it’s definitely The Dungeon and that his brother-in-law John Tilson is on stage with Dave Berry.”

Mick Hatcher – “Thanks Phil, I suppose we didn’t take too much notice of our surroundings in those far off days, sorry to Gillian for slightly doubting her pic.”

Paul Thorpe – “Mick, I couldn’t recall the brass plaques either mate, athough I did remember seeing the rafia covered wine bottles, I suppose it was so dark (usually without the camera flashes) that the brass didn’t reflect, they also look to be above the painted walls & line of vision from the lights (what few there were) …”

Iain McKinlay – “Well, looked long and hard and got input from family but convinced it’s me left as you look at the photo, one in second row from the back, looking up with neck visible, black hair (now sadly stolen in the night), appear to have glasses on which I needed then, standing beside my mate Jeff Sly. Certainly remember seeing Dave Berry so probably it is yours truly!! Brilliant photo!!”

Jo Barnes – “I’m sure it is you Iain, John thinks so too!”

Craig Strong – “Worked with Dave once and I was amazed at how long his hands were!”

Paul Thorpe – “Which he’d accentuate by stroking the microphone …”

Lorna Hickton – “Hi to my Dungeon friends it’s definitely the Dungeon and the stairs and exit sign lead up to the cloakroom and the artists dressing room also to the fire door which opened onto Stanford Street. It is John Tilson next to Dave Berry, Mick’s brother-in-law and our special friend. I have treasured this photo for a long time as I loved it when Dave came to the club, also another favourite of mine was Robb Storm.”

Robb Storme & the Whispers
Robb Storme & the Whispers


Plans and Ilustrations by Mick Hatcher

It’s A Raid


Mods led a fast lifestyle, often working in the week and packing as much excitement as possible into the 60 hours or so at the weekend: much of that time was spent on their feet dancing, including usually all night on Saturday. To achieve this, some of them resorted to drugs.

The stimulant amphetamine was used medically as a pick-me-up or slimming aid, however it was soon seen as an aid to keeping a person awake and active through those long weekends. The craze for amphetamines started in London around 1960 and had spread around the country by 1963. It prompted many robberies from chemists’ shops and the like to satisfy the growing demand on the black market.

Amphetamine or ‘Speed’, especially the varieties known as Purple Hearts, French Blues and Black Bombers, was the drug of choice and fashion among teenagers and became part of the fast, invigorating lifestyle of the Mods.

Through the Drugs (Prevention of Misuse) Act of 1964, amphetamines were reclassified as harder drugs and this caused the price of purple hearts on the street to go up from 6d to 9d each, but it didn’t make a lot of difference to their supply or demand.


The ‘New’ Dungeon

Closed for Alteration

The Dungeon was open six days a week – it only closed on Thursdays. However, in March 1967, it closed for an extra three days one week, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday; ‘Closed for Alterations’ read the advert.


Friday March 10th was advertised as the ”Big’ Re-opening Night’ of the ‘New’ Dungeon – ‘now even bigger and better, more dancing room, more of the good things that make the Dungeon ‘The Club’ for dancing people.’ It was also the ‘Midlands ‘NEW’ Leading Scene’ and ‘Full of Surprises’.

Saturday night was an All-Nighter (11.30 pm till 8 am) featuring the Original Drifters. The usual early Saturday evening dancing session was shortened – ‘Owing to the Numerous Phone Calls and Letters from all parts of the country, regarding the Drifters show, Door will now open 11.30’.

After queues to get into the Club, it was soon pretty much packed with a happy, jovial crowd anticipating a night of fun, dance and great music – a night to remember. However, the headlines were correct. It was ‘full of surprises’ and certainly a night to remember – people still talk about it to this day.

An Impression

“At some point during the early hours, I went outside to get a breath of fresh air, to be greeted by the arrival of a double-decker bus and an orderly line of marching policemen arriving at the club. It was a raid!!! They made everyone stay inside the club, with no music and the bright house lights switched on, while they searched every person, then either threw them out onto the streets or, in the case of those who were underage, rang their parents to go down to collect them. I believe the bus was used to search the girls.

“My friend sat on the floor at one stage, only to disturb a jumper under which was hidden a very large pile of pills. We decided to inform the police, who proceeded to search us and throw us out.

“Luckily for us, there was another all-nighter in town that night at the Beachcomber, so we went over there, where Lee Dorsey was performing. Eventually word got back to us that the police had finished and the Dungeon was reopening.

“The place was quite empty by now as most people had gone home, however I seem to remember that the Drifters appeared sometime around 6 or 7 in the morning.

“The next day we were ‘celebrities’ as the raid appeared in the national newspapers, however I doubt it was very successful for the police, as I don’t think many arrests were made.”


Below, people who were there talk about the night.



Full of Surprises

“Anyone remember the night it was raided by the drug squad?”

“Yes, I was taken to the police station as I was underage. My parents had to come and collect me. If memory serves the Drifters were on stage that night.”

“I was there, but managed to get out, was only 15, lol x.”

“Is it true that the Original Drifters who were on the night of the ‘raid’ were in fact ‘The Invitations’?”

“Yes, they were. Lots of fake groups around then.”

“Remember ‘The Fabulous Temptations ‘?”

 “The toilets was like a chemist when it was raided.”

“I recall a lot of flushing going on!”

“We were there. I was searched in the police van outside, taken to the station, then home in a police car. As a young girl I worked in a chemist, suffering then with my ‘monthly’. The pharmacist prescribed me with some painkillers in an unmarked bottle (yes you know what’s coming); when I realised it was a raid I panicked, took them out of my bag, my then vanity case, and passed them onto my boyfriend. A crowd of 6 of us had been dancing in a circle as we did then and round went the tablets. Oh no, we had been seen. I admitted to them belonging to me, my boss was informed, away they went to be tested – phew all was well, so was my job.”

“Me and two mates were stood outside having a fag when the police blocked off Stanford Street and we shouted in that it was a raid. We asked a copper if we could go back in to get our coats (we didn’t have a coat) and he told us to f–k off. While we stood outside another mate walked up Stanford Street with coppers rushing passed him and he asked what was happening. We told him it was a raid and he said he had a pocket full of pills in his three-quarter suede coat and we asked him if he had a hole in his pocket and he said he had, so we said pour them out the hole one at a time and we crushed them in the gutter with coppers going passed all the time with no idea what we were doing. Got back in at about 5 o’clock and saw the band.”

“Yes I was there and I have lots of tales.”

“Doubt if you remember any. I think we were, can’t remember going home to Brinsley in Police car. I was possibly locked up.”

“So have I but it would incriminate us. An undercover cop ran over and pinned me to the wall but false name address etc. They were the days.”

“We went down to the Beachcomber to see Lee Dorsey after the ‘raid’, then back to the Dungeon in the small hours. I remember thinking I want my 17/6d worth.”

“17/6!!! I only ever paid 2/6.”

“That’s what we did as well.”

“So did I – Lee Dorsey at the Beachcomber, then back to the Dungeon to see the ‘Original Drifters’ at about 5:00?”

“Yes I was at the Beachcomber watching Lee Dorsey, an all-nighter I think; we ended up at the bung the night of the raid, parked our Lambrettas on Stamford Street, try doing that today.”

“I was saying the same thing, used to leave my Lambretta all night whilst clubbing. It was always there for going home on, plus you only had to turn fuel on and kick start, never used stealing lock.”

“I was there, got searched in a cop van with a kid from London. They pulled a condom from his pocket and asked him, what’s this for? F–king blowing bubbles mate, was his reply.”

“The police took a load of us to the Guild Hall and there was a typewriter on a desk and one lad started trying to play it like the Small Faces (Plonk Lane I think) and a copper hit him round the head with his truncheon. Happy days.”

“I went home.”

“The Sun referred to us as children … And for ages after we kept singing Stevie Wonder’s ‘A Place in the Sun’! The article said that we were expecting a ‘beat’ group called The Drifters, but instead we got the police!”

“Yes I was there, but had to stay at the headquarters all night for some reason!”

“I remember. It was packed. Should have been a massive night. When the lights went on I remember the noise of all the gear hitting the floor and lads trying to crush into the gents to get rid. Got through the bus I.D. enquiry, fairly quickly, but can’t remember much after that, as my gear kicked about then.”

“I missed the night it was raided: I was saving for a dress from the Birdcage!!”

“Or doing homework.”

“I missed the raid, but that was on Police advice as it was (possibly) me that had told the Police about the things that went on at The Bung, I was a good boy!! … That was a joke by the way; I don’t want anyone chasing me!!”

“I was there , taken away in a police van and searched.”

“I was there , got away though.”



Keystone Cops

“The police closed the Dungeon down. I escaped the raid.”

“The raid was in March 1967, the Dungeon did not close down until February 1968”

“Oh, thank you for the dates. I did get stopped from going down town for a while. Plus I was courting too.”

“I was there the night of the raid and remember it well.”

“So was I. The Drifters should have been on; it was packed to the rafters. The police looked like the Keystone cops when they came running down the stairs, to my horror one of them was my Mum and Dad’s friend’s son.”

“I remember there were more pills on the floor of the Dungeon than in Boots.”

“I am just wondering if you are the person I went to see the Drifters with when the Dungeon was raided in 1967?”

“I think I am the same one. Did we actually get to see the Drifters?”

“I thought it was you! And no, we didn’t get to see the Drifters.”

“We were all there that night but she was taken away and the Feds phoned her parents to collect her but I went back, nipped to the Beachcomber and then back to the Dungeon.”

“I think we told her parents she was staying at mine because we were 15 at the time, hence us being ‘taken away’!!”

“I went and then for whatever reason myself and my mate decided to get a pass out and then go back later when it was nearer the time the Drifters would do their turn. When we got to the end of Stamford Street, the Police had blocked the end of the road and there was at least two double decker buses parked outside the club. We waited for a bit and then called it a night. Complete washout of an all-nighter. There was an ‘all-dayer’ on the Sunday and it was a bit like a morgue. People were just talking about who Mick Parker had banned because of the drugs. Happy days!”

“Anyone remember if the buses were Lamcote, Camms or Bartons!!!???”

“Thought they were City Transport buses.”

“I can remember the buses but not the company … makes sense it was City Transport, if the raid had been at Beeston Essoldo, then deffo Bartons!!!!!”

“I was thirteen and we young ones went in a police car. Luckily we were about to be searched all over and a police officer came over to us and asked if my mum was called Doris? It was one of my mum’s friends, so she wouldn’t let us be internally searched and took us back home. My mum actually knew I was going and had given me money to go home in a taxi when it finished. Mum wouldn’t let me go there again. And the other two of our group were in trouble with their parents because they’d sneaked out.”



“The raid was 50 years ago tonight!!!!”

“I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Remember it well, but can’t remember last week.”

“Think we all have a story from that night!”

“Never did get to see The Drifters!”

“Remember it like it was yesterday, though actual yesterday’s a bit of a blur. Think that night was the last time I went to the Dungeon, went and did a daft thing, got married.”

“I was in Manchester that night or I would certainly have got busted. I never went back. My Dad said either go and live at the Dungeon or here, not both.”

“Remember it well. I was on duty that night, frightened us all when the police came bursting in and then sealed all the exits. We were all searched in units they brought in and parked on Stanford Street.  If my memory serves me right, nothing was found illegally.”

“Remember it well. Will never forget spending a night at the cop shop.”

“We were almost last to be taken out to the bus. Going to the toilet was interesting to say the least. Had to leave the door open with the female cop watching on to make sure nothing extra was getting flushed!”

“I got on the bus to be searched and this voice behind said “what you doing here” or words to that effect; it was my Mum & Dad’s friend’s son, who was on city police. I nearly died.”

“Me and my mate got on the bus and one of the fellas, to be nameless right now, had given my mate his wallet to take care of. Cop lady checked it out and said she had some nice friends after finding his condom! … At least that’s all that was in there!!”

“I had a pair of scissors and a cut throat razor in my bag; my boyfriend was a hair dresser at Stanley Dennis and didn’t leave them in the salon. He’d come straight from work, took some explaining.”

“So when the cops were done with us, we didn’t have a clue where everybody had gone so walked up to the square and found a crowd by the bogs. Probably towards 6 am by then. Somebody said it was over and the Drifters were coming back. Great except it wasn’t ‘our’ Drifters – it was the Original Drifters – all different fellas. They may have been good but not for us we wanted to hear Johnny Moore!!!”

“I remember the raid I was there. They lined us all up outside.”

“They looked like the Keystone cops when they came running down the stairs.”

“Had my first Stag night at the Dungeon, raided for drugs, lined up outside, searched, then wandered off to the Beach, can’t remember who was on though.”

“My stag night, took all the guys from work, a motor sales in Derby. They threatened to kill me on the following Monday morning.”

“Best bit for me, my mam always knew we were going to all-nighters, thumbing lifts to the Mojo etc etc. She cut out all the clips from our newspapers about the raid. Still got them.”


Raid on …

“I hadn’t been to the Dungeon for a while (started going to the Beachcomber) and a friend wanted to go to see the Drifters … so pleased to have been part of the story that is still talked about 50 years later … think a film should be made – not ‘Raid on Entebbe’ but ‘Raid on Stanford Street’ … I wonder who would play the leading roles !!???????”

“I was there that night working in the cloakroom and my late hubby was on the door; never forget it.”

“Left just before it happened. Phew!”

“I was there … my parents weren’t happy having to collect me from the police station!”

“I was with two friends. Taken home in police car from station.”

“I was there and had to wait at the bottom of Stanford Street near Woolworths until the Police said we could go back and was one of the first in. What a memory will live with me forever …”

“Spent the night in the nick!!!”

“As I mentioned earlier I had a lucky escape that night as I was in Manchester but events caught up with me the following Saturday when I was arrested at a football match in London. Unfortunately I was searched …!”

“I was there with friends wondering why, and I still don’t know why, they raided a first rate club with nothing but young people enjoying music of the times & friends having a GREAT TIME!!!”

“Taken away in the bus!!”

“I remember looking at the floor when the lights came on and seeing all the smarties ha ha!!”

“I was supposed to be there but ended up at a party in Beeston!”

“I was there with mates. Still tell the story to this day. Great times live forever thanks to the Dungeon.”


Talk of the Town

“I am amazed. At Sebring Florida talking to a fella from Wales and he knows about the raid from BBC World News. Wow.”

“We were quite famous then. The News spread everywhere.”

Mick Parker, Pauline Peck, Dot Porter in the coffee bar
Mick Parker, Pauline Peck, Dot Porter in the coffee bar

By Monday, the night was being reported on television and in the national newspapers. Here is how it was reported in Nottingham’s Guardian Journal on Monday March 13th 1967.

Street barricaded as 600 teenagers are searched


100 Police break up city pop session

By a Guardian Journal reporter

Six hundred teenagers were ordered out of an all-night pop group session at a Nottingham club and searched in the early hours of yesterday when 100 police swooped in an anti-drug raid.

The 2 a.m. raid was on the Dungeon Club in Stanford Street, Greyfriar-gate.

It was the first major operation in the City Police programme of stamping out drug peddling in Nottingham.

Vice-squad and CID men closed in on the club as an all-night dance session was in full swing. Both ends of the street were barricaded and 100 police put a cordon round the club.

Mobile offices

Mobile police offices and vans were set up as interrogation centres and the teenagers were shepherded into the street to await questioning and searching.

The police raiding party included 20 police women led by P.w. Insp. Madge Davies.

The raid was led by Supt. William Sanday and Chief Insp. Jack Meldrum who had with them a search warrant issued under the Dangerous Drugs Act.

The teenagers stood under close guard in the street until the inquiries were complete at about 5 a.m.

Police used vans and a bus in addition to the club premises as interviewing centres.

A police spokesman said that tablets and pills found in the club and in the possession of some of the dancers were seized and were submitted for forensic examination to determine if they were illegal drugs.


More than 60 young people who were under the age of 17 were taken to City Police headquarters as a place of safety until arrangements could be made for them to be seen home.

“Many of them lived outside the city and some came from places as far away as Northampton and London,” said the spokesman.

One 18-year old youth was taken to hospital for treatment after he had admitted having taken a number of ‘French Blues’.

He was not seriously ill and was allowed to leave after treatment.

The police spokesman said that this was a firm attempt by the police to stamp out drug taking in Nottingham.

Some of the tablets collected in the raid may not turn out to be dangerous in themselves but they had been found to be the ‘beginning of the road’ to taking more advanced habit-forming drugs.

The drugs would be analysed at the Forensic Science Laboratory before any summonses were issued.

Parents told

For dancers who had come from distant places, arrangements had been made to notify the police in their own towns, or their parents, to ensure they reached home safely.

A teenage girl who was at the club when it was raided said that it came as a “complete bombshell.”

“Everything was swinging and we were all dancing when suddenly there were police everywhere,” she said.

She added that they were told to go out into the street and had to stand there until their turn came to be interviewed. She said that she was searched thoroughly.

Another girl said that she had, on occasions, seen pills peddled in clubs and coffee houses in the city. She said that they were fairly easily obtainable and sometimes they were “offered to you if you seemed interested.

“You need some kind of pep if you want to stay awake through an all-night session,” she said.

Another teenager who was in the club, dancing at the time, said that the police ushered everyone out into the street.

“I had left my coat behind and wanted to go back for it. But the police insisted that I should be accompanied by a constable,” said the youth.

He added that the girls were segregated from the boys for searching and questioning in the mobile offices.

At a session at the club yesterday afternoon an 18-year-old Bulwell girl, who had been at the club during the raid, said that names, addresses and ages were taken.

“I was searched, some were stripped, but they only looked through my pockets and coat.

“I had got some tablets for hangovers that a friend had given me. Even now I don’t know if they were drugs. They were four pink capsules in a tube which said: ‘One to be taken after a night out.’

“Another girl from Northampton had stomach tablets,” she added.

Well behaved

An 18-year-old Bestwood Park bot said that they had to wait at the barricades while people were interviewed until 5 a.m. Then many of them returned into the club to hear the Original Drifters play.

Mr W.M. Parker, owner of the club, said that the police had commented on the good behaviour of the young people during the whole operation.

The draw of the top-line American group, The Original Drifters, resulted in a large number of teenagers gathering outside the club before the scheduled opening time at 11.30 p.m.

Mr Parker decided that to prevent any complaint about the noise in the street, he would open a little earlier than proposed.

The youngsters poured in from all over the country to see the famous group. Supporting groups had been playing for a time.

Had warrant

It was after 2 a.m. and the atmosphere was building up for the entrance of the stars. Mr Parker made his way to the cloakroom near the door to arrange for the arrival of the group.

Instead, the door opened and plain-clothed CID men and uniformed police officers thrust their way in.

“As soon as I realised who they were I went upstairs and saw Ch. Insp. Meldrum, who explained that he had a warrant to search my premises.

“I told him I’d co-operate in any way, shape or form. But I told him I was very surprised they had a warrant. I had told them at different times before that they had an open invitation to do anything they wished.”

Mr Parker made an announcement to the dancers asking them to remain orderly and they were ushered out into the street and down to one end, which had been barricaded by police vehicles.

The Original Drifters had to wait outside during the raid and their road manager was taken for interviewing.

‘Decent kids’

“There are a lot of decent kids down here,” Mr Parker told a Guardian Journal reporter yesterday.

“At New Year’s Eve, I caught someone trying to sell some tablets. I didn’t know what they were, but I took him straight to the police headquarters.

“I told the fellow I would not tolerate this sort of thing in my club and handed him over to the police. They are now prosecuting this fellow.

“If I find anybody with drugs I hand them over to the police.”

He said that there was always an open invitation to parents of members to inspect the premises by walking round.

“There has been a lot of bad publicity up and down the country about clubs without proper facilities such as adequate toilets, fire escapes and emergency lighting.


“There is a Bill going through Parliament at the moment to licence all clubs of this nature eventually. This would be a very good thing.

“It will mean the police will have the right of admission. Where the trouble stems from is that many clubs won’t allow police in because they are frightened and might have something to hide.

“When we have sessions every Friday, Saturday and Sunday I engage a policeman through the local authority more or less to be on hand to keep out people we don’t wish in – non-members.”

He said that he was always prepared to allow police access to any part of the club and from time to time policewomen visit the premises looking for girls missing from home.


The club, which has been open three years, is unlicensed and caters for teenagers and young people up to about 21 years.

Mr Parker said: “It is not designed for adult attendance. It is designed to attract teenagers in their particular way. The image of the club is slowly changing. The kids are changing and wanting a smarter type of club.”

Last week the club was closed for alterations, costing several hundred pounds.

New ventilation, new seating and lighting have been installed and more alterations are planned.

Guardian Journal, Nottingham, Monday, March 13th, 1967



A similar article appeared in the Nottingham Evening Post on the evening of Monday March 13th 1967.

Evening Post - Raid 5

Club raid biggest yet by city police


600 teenagers await results …

Scientific tests being carried out today on tablets and pills seized at the Dungeon Club, Nottingham, in yesterday’s raid – the biggest of its kind so far by city police, will decide whether any of the 600 teenagers searched will be prosecuted. “The drugs must be analysed before any summons can be issued,” said a police spokesman.

The results of tests on the tablets and pills were expected to be known by tomorrow or Wednesday, the spokesman said.

Some 600 teenagers were ordered out of the club, in Stanford Street, Greyfriar-gate, when 100 policemen and policewomen swooped at 2 a.m. The teenagers were taken outside and questioned and searched in groups of three in the mobile police office and bus which were waiting outside.

The street was barricaded and a cordon put round the club as the police, led by Supt. William Sanday and Chief Insp. Jack Meldrum, searched for drugs. The two senior officers had with them a search warrant issued under the Dangerous Drugs Act.


The police spokesman praised the teenagers for their conduct during the raid, saying: “Almost without exception they co-operated very well with the police, and their behaviour was quiet and orderly.

“This was in spite of the fact that many of them must have been very disappointed at having to wait several hours to see the pop group, the Original Drifters.

“We were agreeably surprised at their conduct, and have no complaints to make. The owner of the club also co-operated very well.”

The club is owned by Mr W M Parker.

The raid was the first major operation in the City Police programme of stamping out drug peddling in Nottingham.

Vice squad and CID men closed in on the club as an all-night dance session was in full swing.

The police raiding party included 20 policewomen, led by P.w Insp. Madge Davies.

The teenagers stood under close guard in the street until the inquiries were complete at about 5 a.m.

More than 60 young people who were under the age of 17 were taken to City Police headquarters as a place of safety until arrangements could be made for them to be seen home.

“Many of them lived outside the city and some came from places as far away as Northampton and London,” said the spokesman.

One 18-year-old youth was taken to hospital for treatment after he had admitted having taken a number of ‘French Blues’.

He was not seriously ill and was allowed to leave.

Of the teenagers searched in the raid, police said that nine were from London, 10 from Northampton, three from Lincoln, and others were from Mansfield, Sutton-in-Ashfield, Ilkeston, West Hallam, Ripley and other parts of Derbyshire.

For dancers who had come from distant places, arrangements had been made to notify the police in their own towns, or their parents, to ensure they reached home safely.

A teenage girl who was at the club when it was raided said that it came as a ‘complete bombshell’.

“Everything was swinging and we were all dancing when suddenly there were police everywhere,” she said.

She added that they were told to go out into the street and had to stand there until their turn came to be interviewed. She said that she was searched thoroughly.

Another girl said that she had, on occasions, seen pills peddled in clubs and coffee houses in the city. She said that they were fairly easily obtainable and sometimes they were “offered to you if you seemed interested.

“You need some kind of pep if you want to stay awake through an all-night session,” she said.

At a session in the club yesterday afternoon an 13-year-old Bulwell girl, who had been at the club during the raid, said that names, addresses and ages were taken.

“I was searched, some were stripped, but they only looked through my pockets and coat.

“I had got some tablets for hangovers that a friend had given me. Even now I don’t know if they were drugs. They were four pink capsules in a tube which said: ‘One to be taken after a night out’.”

Mr Parker said there was always an open invitation to parents of members to inspect the premises by walking round.

He said that he was always prepared to allow police access to any part of the club, and from time to time policewomen visit the premises looking for girls missing from home.

The club, which has been open three years, is unlicensed, and caters for teenagers and young people up to about 21 years.

Nottingham Evening Post, Monday March 13th, 1967


A Place in the Sun

Another article was printed in one of the National newspapers, the cutting exists but there is no mention of the paper. The article was written by Ellis Plaice.


About 600 youths and girls were searched by police in a drug-hunting raid on a beat-music club early yesterday.

Sixty children aged under seventeen were taken away from the club – the New Dungeon in Nottingham.

They spent the rest of the night at Nottingham police headquarters, waiting for their parents to collect them.

Parents as far afield as London, Birmingham and Northampton were woken by the police and asked to fetch their children.

Some older teenagers also went to police headquarters for further questioning.

The New Dungeon Club, with a ground floor and basement in Stanford Street, Nottingham, had opened at the weekend. It was advertised as ‘The Midlands’ New Leading Scene’.

Advertisements also promised that the club would be ‘Full of Surprises’.

The big surprise of Saturday night’s dusk-till-dawn song-and-dance session came at 1.45 a.m.

The teenagers were expecting a beat group called The Drifters. Instead, 100 policemen and policewomen pounced.

The police had warrants under the Dangerous Drugs Act.

Streets around the club were blocked. When the Drifters arrived, they had to wait outside the club.


The 600 youths and girls were led three-by-three to a police bus and vans, for searching and questioning.

One 18-year-old boy was taken to hospital suffering from a suspected drug overdose.

A police spokesman said later yesterday: “The club has not been closed. Charges against some youngsters are possible, once we receive laboratory reports.”

Club owner Michael Parker, 28, said last night: “If any parents doubt this is a respectable club for respectable teenagers, they are quite entitled to come and see for themselves.”

Crazy days down in the Dungeon …

Another article and replying letters taken from the Nottingham Evening Post. Article published on Monday March 27th 2000.

Bygones with Patrick Smith

Crazy days down in the Dungeon …

Bygones collector Patrick Smith, of Long Eaton, has written with a plea – to give a mention to the Dungeon Club which thrived in Stanford Street in the late 1960s. Patrick writes:

I am a Meadows boy, born in Blackstone Street. I used to work at the Dungeon with my mate Derek Porter. The owner was Mick Parker.

There was an upstairs area for socialising and downstairs the bands played. The walls were all black with ghosts and skeletons painted on them to create the dungeon atmosphere.

During those few, great years, I met some of the biggest names of the time, many of whom are still going strong today.

I remember Steam Packet which included Long John Baldry, Rod Stewart and Julie Driscoll of ‘Wheels on Fire’ fame.

When the Kinks came, Derek took Ray Davies and his brother Dave down to Portland Baths where they went swimming.

In those days Van Morrison was the singer with a group called Them. He bet me I could not lift above my head one of the big cartwheels which stood near the stage. I managed it and took ten bob off him!

One night when the Who played there, it was particularly memorable. Condensation was dripping off the walls as the crowd got into a sweat because they were so good.

Keith Moon was drumming away – he even came off the drums and began tapping his way across the floor, up the walls, against the fire extinguishers, never missing a beat.

Around the stage were some stuffed animals in glass cases and when he started on those, he smashed two or three, much to Mick Parker’s annoyance.

I remember groups like the Four Pennies, Merseybeats, Pretty Things, Charlie and Inez Foxx, John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers with Eric Clapton and Ginger Baker, The Yardbirds with Jeff Beck, the Small Faces and many more.

I also remember one night when Mick brought Tom Jones and his backing group the Squires from the Theatre Royal for a party.

I finished up the next day going with the drummer to Hilda Rossiter’s fish shop in Kirekewhite Street for pie, peas and chips, two slices of bread and butter and a cup of tea for half a crown. What great days.

I am sure other readers remember more.


If you spent some happy nights at the Dungeon and can remember other groups who played there, write to Andy Smart at Bygones, Evening Post.

Following letters from 24th April 2000


The Hippest Place

Where in-crowd met all the stars

After reading the article in Bygones from Patrick Smith about the Dungeon Club, I am writing to you about the many happy hours I spent there.

I even worked in the cloakroom with Lucy Parker, Mick Parker’s mum and June Tilson, Mick’s sister, who served the coffees and cokes. No alcohol was allowed but we still enjoyed ourselves.

My husband Winston and June’s husband John were on the door when their shifts allowed it. There was also George who always had a large cigar and Terry and Johnny.

The cloakroom was a hive of activity as the stars’ dressing room was off the cloakroom. We had the groups coming and going as the stairs to the stage also led off from the cloakroom.


We also had to fetch the groups’ coffee and coke, and I remember on one occasion when Rod Stewart hadn’t any money so I lent him some for a coke. I’m still waiting for him to pay me back!

Occasionally we used to have ‘all-nighters’ and that really was a marathon. The club opened for its usual Saturday session, we then closed for an hour and re-opened at midnight and went through until next morning.

I also remember the night Tom Jones came back for a party and what a night that was. I wonder if Tom remembers it?

We also had Ike And Tina Turner, Sonny and Cher, Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich, Dave Berry – he was a great favourite with the ladies.

Dave Berry & the Cruisers playing at the Dungeon
Dave Berry & the Cruisers playing at the Dungeon

I also remember when we had Peter Stringfellow as DJ. He was a real ladies man in those days as well.

It’s great to be able to tell people I knew them when they were not too well known.

Mick now owns a very successful nightclub in London. June and John and myself and my husband are still the very best of friends.

Actually, Mick Parker would make a very good subject for This Is Your Life as there would be a few good tales and a good array of stars.

The Dungeon Club, the forerunner of today’s nightclubs, really was the best of its time … and many a marriage owes a debt to the place, the meeting place of the young.

Lorna Hicklan (Hickton)


Membership Number 95

I spent a lot of time at the Dungeon Club. I have my membership card in front of me now, number 95, dated December 31, 1964.

In addition to the bands you mentioned, I remember seeing the Cherokees, Downliners Sect, Yardbirds, Escorts, Rocking Berries, T-Bone Walker, Lulu & the Luvvers and regulars Robb Storme and the Whispers.

I remember when the artists’ changing room was behind the cloakroom, which sometimes made handing in or collecting your coat very interesting. I met Dave Davies of the Kinks this way and he bought me a coke.

Kate Holmes


Following letters from 1st May 2000

Dancing down in the Dungeon

As I read about days down in the Dungeon by Patrick Smith, the memories came flooding back.

Myself, my sister Marilyn Neal, and my friend Carol Bowsley spent many happy nights at the Dungeon.

We saw and took part in the coming of the mini skirt, ‘Op Art’ and ‘Flower Power’.

One night a week, Peter Stringfellow used to come from his club in Sheffield called The Mojo.

He brought arms full of flowers and we would have a ‘love-in’ to the sounds of Scott McKenzie and San Francisco.

Some Saturday nights were all-nighters and we would pile out at 8 am. Exhausted, we would congregate in Lyons Café in Long Row, but we would be back at the Dungeon on Sunday afternoon and dance the day away all over again.

Mick Parker, Pauline Peck, Dot Porter in the coffee bar
Mick Parker, Pauline Peck, Dot Porter in the coffee bar

There was no alcohol sold in the Dungeon, only a coffee bar upstairs. There wooden compartments (similar to railway carriages) where we would get our breath back and have a bottle of Coke and a Cornish pasty (which as I remember were delicious).


Some of the groups I saw included The Small Faces, Ike and Tina Turner, Wilson Pickett, Lee Dorsey, The Drifters, Alan Price, Amen Corner and many more.

I remember Mick Parker, the owner, and Terry Flinn, who used to be on the door. When you wanted a pass-out, Terry would stamp the back of your hand with something that would only show up under an ultraviolet light.

I remember sometimes Barry Kendrick (of Kendrick Cars) used to DJ.

I remember dancing competitions which were nearly always won by a boy called Mondo Caine and April (his girlfriend at the time).

The most popular forms of transport were scooters and minis, and these would often be parked the length of Stanford Street.

It was here 33 years ago that I met a boy called Moss Saunders. I was a Mod and thought he was, until someone told me that when he wasn’t with me he was a greaser and had a great big motorbike.

I could not believe it, but it made no difference to me – I have now been married to him for 30 years.

Barbara Saunders


Fashion – Leather Coats

Full-length Leather Coat

John Wood – “Did anyone have a full length leather coat made to measure at a gents outfitters on Pelham Street in the 60’s … six of us had leathers made there. You could have any colour – I had a Navy and mates had Red, Yellow, Green, Brown, Blue. Remember they cost us 21 guineas … £21. 21 shillings back then … unsure of the name of the tailors seem to recall … Clement?”

Mick Hatcher – “Got mine from Burtons, John, still got them.”

Leather Coats
Leather Coats

John Wood – “I more or less had to have clothes tailored – a slim waist and shoulder like a barn door … I still have a full length leather in tan got it some years ago now in Manchester.”

Roger Flowers – “I had a full length blue suede made there, can’t remember the name but it was on the left going up near the top – fantastic coat fantastic memories.”

John Wood – “Yes it was on the left … only a small shop.”

Peter Wilson – “Was it Swears and Wells near to Boots (now Zara) bottom of Clumber Street and High Street?”

Harry Wood – “I had a red leather from there, two of my mates had green ones and another mate had a yellow one. My dad said we looked like a set of traffic lights. I think they cost 39 bob, John.”

John Wood – “Stu Butler had the yellow one … and Sleppy had a green. I well remember your red one Pop … Happy days.”

Peter Wilson – “Was it Lafayette at the bottom of Market Street?”

Roger Flowers – “Lafayette rings a bell.”


Blue Nylon Mac

Joesephine Pate & Susan Davis in Skegness
Josephine Pate & Susan Davis in Skegness

Philip Jones – “I had a nylon mac for 10/6d (blue of course).”

Mick Hatcher – “Toytowner.”

Philip Jones – “Have not heard that for years, but very true Mick.”

Craig Strong – “Was there ever a bigger insult than ‘toytown mod?’”

Paul Thorpe – “Mick, don’t be so sniffy, lots of us started out with nylon macs (remember Tosh Harrison), yo’ were a raggy arse yersen back in the day”

Philip Jones – “Craig Strong, Colmans Clown?”

Craig Strong – “Apart from being called a greaser by a London mod in Trafalgar Square summertime 1966?”

Craig Strong – “Eh?”

Paul Terry Watson – “Forgot all about them macs, cool!”

Peter Wilson – “Pac-a-mac.”

Sharon Wilson & Eileen Smith in Skegness
Sharon Wilson & Eileen Smith in Skegness

Sharon Wilson – “Typical ‘uniform’ – plastic nylon macs and straw bags. Think the bag was from Farmers at the top of Exchange Walk. Cost about 2/6p.”

Eileen Smith – “The macs were nylon not plastic Sharon but you’ve got an amazing memory. I’m loving the drawings of the dungeon, that’s bringing back lots of memories.”

Sharon Wilson – “Yes you are right! Don’t know what made me put plastic. Have amended it now lol. Often think about you in your satin dresses and how you stood up on the bus so you didn’t get them creased!”

Eileen Smith – “The red satin suit under the fur coat was the best.”

Sue Hey – “I had a straw bag from Falmers, I think they closed on Thursday afternoon.”

Sharon Wilson – “Yes they did. Used to get my tights from there. Remember the diamond ones lol!!!!”

Margaret Kerslake – “So typical of the time. I think we all must have looked so similar.”

Sharon Wilson – “Yes it was like a school uniform. What about the hush puppies and leather coat which was mandatory lol.”

Diana Tompkin – “Remember mine so well wore it to death ! Sadly no photos.”

Roger Lowe – “Wore mine out, originally called pac-a-macs? Amazing what we thought was trendy?!”

Paul Thorpe – “Roger, I thought pac-a-macs were the plastic version, these we wore were nylon so didn’t tear easily, but made you sweaty just the same.”

Roger Lowe – “Paul you could well be right, mine was blue nylon, yes made you hot under the collar!”

Micky Moore – “Ha Ha. My mother and I had matching navy blue pac-a-macs, accessorised tastefully with see-through polythene rain-hoods with a white umbrella pattern that tied under the chin with a bow!”

Chris Garland – “Loved mine, never took it off lol. Remember the massive vanity bags we all had as well. Not much in them but always on the arm lol.”

Jean Heath – “When we went up the Mojo we always had a bottle of Yates wine in it.”

Philip Jones – “I wonder if you can still get them. I thought they were really good and wore really well, and it did not matter that much if they got lost or nicked.”

Phil Long – “… and a pork pie hat!”

Jeff Piggott – “Bought mine in Paul Smith, thought I was the dogs doo dahs.”

Jean Heath – “Also had brown suede hush puppies to wear with the mac – no P Smith one for me, think my mac came from C & A.”

Peter Wilson – “Who remember those Airline Bags i.e. B.O.A.C and B.E.A.”

Josephine Pate – “Us, cause u gave us one.”

Pete Wardle – “Had one with Aer Lingus, only one I could get.”

Danny W.Gill – “Just bought one. Back in the day I wore a black workman’s mac and a beige raincoat.”

Pete Wardle – “Never knew how that Mod fashion caught on yet so simple and classy.”

Micky Moore – “My mother would have been mortified if she had realised that pac-a-macs were actually fashionable! She disapproved of everything ‘mod’ or associated with the Dungeon: she bought pac-a-macs purely for their practicality.”


More Leathers

Philip Jones – “I had full length black and bottle green leathers both of which were nicked from cloakrooms, so it was Crombies after that.”

Mick Hatcher – “It was hard to keep up with the latest fashions when you were on apprentice wages, especially when the fashions changed every week.”

Diana Tompkin – “Haha.”

Paul Thorpe – “Craig Strong, went working in London in ’66, the Southern Mods didn’t relate well to our version of Mod mate!!”

Peter Wilson – “I was in London late ’67 used to go to The Witch Doctor Club in Catford.”

Maurice Moore – “I was in London in ’67 on IBM courses. I went to the Marquee, Flamingo, Scotch of St James. Stayed in hotels in Soho and when I walked around, got offered drugs, sex, whatever I wanted. I was also growing a moustache and got mistaken for Scott McKenzie.”

Craig Strong – “I was a school kid!”

Paul Thorpe – “Craig Strong I was only 15, but contracting, so you were sent anywhere.”

Penny Parfitt & Sue Abbott
Penny Parfitt & Sue Abbott in their leathers (maroon & green)

Penny Lambert – “I had a full length maroon one but can’t remember where I got it from, but I loved it, it was very soft I made it into a jacket in the end.”

Craig Strong – “Being a part-time jobbed schoolboy, I bought a girls leather off a mate, he had ‘borrowed’ it from his sister!”

Paul Thorpe – “Buttoned on the ‘wrong’ side Craig, everyone noticed, but nobody mentioned it at the time.”

Craig Strong – “I never wore it at The Dungeon!”

Sally Morpeth – “Yes we had them. We bought our leathers from the tannery near Trent Bridge.”

Margaret Kerslake – “I had a full length maroon one from Carnaby Street. Loved it.”

Sharon Wilson – “I had a black leather bought it from a shop called Renore, think it was somewhere near where Primark is. You could pay weekly and it was about £25.”

Peter Wilson – “Next to The Black Boy Hotel.”


The Workers

Wes Stala – “After working in Montague Burton on Hockley for a few months with the likes of Peewee and Duke, I then went on to work at Philip Arnold on Pelham Street, who also had a branch on Arkwright Street in the Meadows. Sadly after a few months working there he closed up due to Bankruptcy, I believe. We used to get the long leather coats made up at leather manufacturers/tailors in the Meadows. Ahhh, those heady days!”

David Picker – “The shop was called Philip Arnold. My first job on leaving school in 1966.”

Wes Stala – “Hi, David. It was my second job there, I came from Burtons on Hockley , small world.”

David Picker – “I left in 67. The owner was Mr Geoffrey Kirk. He also had a shop on Arkwright Street. Your right, it is a small world.”

Wes Stala – “So it must have been 1967 that I worked there, probably straight after you. I can’t remember the reason why, but he took me to his house in West Bridgford, beautiful property as I recall, I was most impressed…and then, sadly, he went through!”

David Picker – “I sensed he was juggling a number of balls whilst I was there. I remember his house off Loughborough Road. I bumped into him a few years later and he had a job as Rep for Ben Sherman.”


Suedes too

Diana Tompkin – “I had a full length brown suede from Smith Engelfield, think it was on Parliament Street.”

Peter Wilson – “Yes, bottom of Kings Walk. Sold all top class leather goods.”

Veda Bromwich – “Mine was Emerald Green but can’t remember where it was from.”

Veda Bromwich, Bill Bottle & Elenor
Veda Bromwich, Bill Bottle & Elenor

Diana Tompkin – “My sister’s was emerald green leather from Smith Engelfield. Still have some of the old buttons!”

Susan Foster – “Mine was from Renore, 20 pounds, worked at Pork Farms, Friar Lane to pay for it, it was sage green. Loved that coat, paid a pound a week. My brother worked next door at the Black Boy, Roger Walker. What a beautiful place, how could they have let that go to become Littlewoods?”

Gillian Williams – “I had a full-length blue suede and a really soft brown suede jacket, both off the peg couldn’t afford tailor-made. Only got rid of my jacket a couple of years ago, could kick myself now.”

John Batchelor – “I loved my leather, full-length, vent to the waist and a tie round belt. very dark ox-blood. Got it from a place on Arkwright Street.”

Eileen Smith – “Mine was from Renore too, my lovely mum bought it for me and paid weekly.”

Gary Maxton – “Got mine from a Sunday Morning trip to Petticoat Lane, also bought a suit length of tonic mohair. Stall holder asked us “Where you from lads?” “Nottingham” we said proudly,” Is that Norf Landan, Lads ” he replied. Lol”

Leather Coat - Gary Maxton
Leather Coat – Gary Maxton

Ann Barry – “My first leather was full-length, navy blue, cost 14 Guineas and I sold it later for £5. Then I got a three-quarter green leather from Trent Fur Company, cost £7.”

Wes Stala – “I sold them at Philip Arnolds but could never afford one for myself!”

Mike Beebop Smith – “Got mine from Hepworth’s next to Yates. It cost £36.00. I’ve still got it, only it doesn’t fit anymore.”

Mick Hatcher – “My leather from Burtons still fits 50 years on.”

Leather Coat - Mick Hatcher
Leather Coat – Mick Hatcher

Paul Thorpe – “Looking as cool as ever Mick, pity it buttoned on the wrong side, was it ‘lifted’ from the Bung cloakroom?”

Mick Hatcher – “It’s buttoned on the boys side you cheeky sod.”

Paul Terry Watson – “Can remember borrowing a bikers jacket to go clubbing, with Tats. Also leather rockers jacket, everyone thought it was cool, Johnny Doda ( college friends jacket).”

Neil Gilbey – “Had mine made by LJ (Lionel Jacobs) on St James Street just up from the Bell. You just simply went to ‘BOARDS’ leather shop and chose the skins you wanted.”

John Batchelor – “Lionel Jacobs was a lovely man and a great tailor. He did a lot of our alterations when I worked at Jackson the Tailor.”

Maurice Moore – “Where was ‘BOARDS’, Neil?”

Neil Gilbey – “If you went up St James Street then about opposite the Imperial pub, on the right hand side, there was a little side alleyway and you went up about 3 or 4 storeys to LJ. But on the entrance to the alleyway ‘BOARDS’ had a slightly curved window and was on the left as you looked at it. There were hundreds of skins hanging from the ceiling. I chose black and always regretted that it wasn’t brown.”

Danny W.Gill – “As a spotty young teenager about 13-14, into the music but not getting the clothes I wanted, I was at a youth club in Chilwell (the church next to College House school), a ‘mod’ turned up with full ‘gear’ – scooter, full length leather, hairstyle, everything. I so wanted a leather coat after then but didn’t get one until I was in Turkey around 2002 on R&R from Afghanistan, full length black leather, and since then a brown leather made when I was in Ethiopia.”

In The Club 1 – Upstairs

Many went to the Dungeon while it was open and have fond, happy memories of the place: they can remember the atmosphere, the ambience, the loud music and dancing along to it, the stone floor, the dark walls at times dripping with condensation. They can recall the bands and artistes who performed there and all have various stories to tell.

However, when you ask people to describe the layout and décor of the club, many struggle. It’s as if there was such an overload of the senses, some of the detail has become blurry, lost in the mists of time, producing a variety of recollections.


Site of the Dungeon Club

As you walked up (or down) Stanford Street and got nearer to the Club, the volume of the sound emanating from inside grew louder and louder. Then a turn, up the steps, past whoever was on the door, under the Ultra-violet light, which was used to see the pass-out stamped on the back of your hand when you came back later, usually from one of the local pubs.


Peter Wilson – “Who remembers those ultra-violet lights at the entrance to enable Les and Terry to see your pass-out? Made you look like you had dandruff.”

Paul Thorpe – “I did have dandruff … had my own hair back then …”

Mick Hatcher – “Used to wear it like a badge of honour to my fellow apprentices the next day.”

Paul Thorpe – “Mick , the dandruff??”

Peter-John Kenney – “If the pass out was still wet you could ‘pass it on’ to a mate so they didn’t have to pay to get in … Something I never did … HONEST!!”

Benita Hall – “I remember those at the White Hart. Not just at the entrance either … You had to think carefully about what you were wearing before going there!”

John Batchelor – “You’re right, Benita. You’ve really jogged my memory. The UV lights at the White Hart were unbelievable.”

Peter Wilson – “It was called Room at the Top (the White Hart).”

Penny Lambert – “I remember them all round the edge of the room.”

Gill Kerry – “Yes, it was def a badge of honour.”

Peter Wilson – “Yes, it was great to see what the girls were wearing.”

Ann Barry – “I remember The Lion Discotheque in Skegness was entirely lit this way. Think it’s an Argos now.”

Chris Tassi – “I remember going to the Lion with you Ann … I also recall that white underwear was often highlighted through your clothes in the ultra violet light, which could be very embarrassing!!!”

Ann Barry – “Not as embarrassing as it would be these days I think! We were very chaste.”

Irene Morley – “The ultra-violet lights weren’t great when you had a dental crown, it looked a funny colour!!”

Jan Kononowicz – “Nobody’s mentioned the front doors. If memory is working, I thought they were a dirty green. Half door was open so you had to go in sideways.”


First Impressions

You showed your membership card and paid the relevant entrance fee at the pay desk and then you were there, into this new world of discovery.

Upstairs view 1
Upstairs view 1

Mick Hatcher – “I’ve been trying to remember the layout of the Dungeon upstairs as you walked in. To the right was the big square stage where you sat and had your pasty and coke, to the right and behind you was the booths and the windows and in front of you was the coke counter but I can’t seem to remember where the top of the stairs to go down were, it is 50 years ago can anyone enlighten me?”

Jeanette Hutchinson – “Through the doors, straight on, turn to the left down the stone stairs … looking back I cannot remember a fire exit down there just it being black and white.”

John Murphy – “I thought the stairs down were more or less facing the entrance.”

Stephen Jeffery – “They were the main stairs between the two pillars.”

Jeanette Hutchinson – “Yes John as in a U-turn but walls on either side.”

Josephine Pate – “Opposite the entrance door turn left onto the landing at top of stairs but then left again to go down. They actually went towards the street. Hope that really makes sense!”

Ann Carlton – “The pay desk on the right as you walk in. Straight on stone stairs to the left. Lady’s toilets straight on to the right.”

Stuart Morris – “As you went in at the top of the steps, from Stanford Street, you paid Mick Parker, usually, or his partner, Les, on the right, then either went straight on, about 20 yards, then turned left, then left again down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, you turned left again onto the dance floor. Or, after paying, you could turn right to the cloak room and coffee bar and seats.”

Mick Hatcher – “I remember a chap called George in a suit, dickie bow and a cigar taking the money.”

Josephine Pate – “My mate Sue had a photo of George but sorry to say it’s been missing for the last few years. Opposite the entrance was the ladies.”

Stuart Morris – “Sorry. Got the personnel wrong. Ken was Mick Parker’s partner not Les. Les was on the door with Terry Flynn. I think both of those men took it in turns to take door money.”


Mick Hatcher – “As I remember, walking from the entrance, in front is the top of the stairs, the juke box and the bar, to the right the stage and the tele upon the wall. Now I need some help from you ladies on here, where was the door to the ladies loo and I can’t remember the cloakroom as we lads used to wear our leather and suede coats downstairs because it was more cool.”

Kath Shaw – “Remember the Ladies being almost opposite where Mick stood near the door.”

Josephine Pate – “The ladies door was opposite the entrance near the top of the stairs. I remember the jukebox at wall after you turned right into the upstairs room and then carried on to the opening in the far wall for the cloakroom. There was a raised dancefloor in the middle of the room. Pies and cokes sold by George far end to the left. No bar.”

Mick Hatcher – “When I said bar, Josephine, I was referring to the coke and pasty counter, thank you for your info.”

Josephine Pate – “Jukebox was on your left at wall – my description was not too clear. I remember sitting on the edge of the raised dancefloor in front of the jukebox.”

Lorna Hickton – “The cloakroom was to your right as you came in the door at the far end, where the door was that led down to the stage, staff only. When I say cloakroom it was where all of the coats were hung up run by me and Mrs Parker. Also the dressing room for the acts was in the cloakroom. George was normally on the door not the pie and coke counter, that was June’s domain. He helped out if June wasn’t there.”

Josephine Pate – “Maybe I only remember George at the counter because we had a photo of him there, the one that went missing a few years ago! I do remember him on the door too. Great how the memory gets jogged by everybody else’s. Thanks Lorna!”

Kath Shaw – “Also remember a photo booth.”

Mick Hatcher – “Cannot remember that Kath, where was it, and l bet it was used so you could fill your membership form in and give it straight in with your photo. I remember having to walk down to Midland Station to use the photo booth so I could give my membership form in on a Sunday afternoon.”


Mick Hatcher – “Just done a quick couple of sketches of the floor plans of the upstairs and downstairs of the Dungeon, how I remember it; please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong or add bits I can’t remember.”

Upstairs Plan
Upstairs Plan

Paul Thorpe – “Great stuff Mick, that’s pretty much how I remember it, although I thought the Jukebox was next to the stage, but not certain as I never had any spare cash to put in it!! Oh yes mate, you need to put ‘the barrel’ in the sketch … lol. All these memories … & I can’t recall what I did yesterday!!”

Angela Richards – “Same here too lol.”

John Batchelor – “Spot on Paul. I can remember ’65 like it was yesterday, but, I forget what I’ve gone into another room for. Hey ho!!”



Mick Hatcher – “Another quick sketch of the upstairs stage, windows, booths and the pay kiosk as I remember it.”

Upstairs view 2
Upstairs view 2

Peter Wilson – “Who remembers the booths upstairs in the coffee bar at the Dungeon?”

Ann Barry – “I remember them, I pretty much remember the whole layout. Downstairs was for dancing and watching bands, upstairs was where you could actually talk to people.”

Malcolm Fox – “My memory must be awful – can’t remember the booths at all. But I can remember a pin ball machine or have I really lost it?”

Irene Morley – “Nor can I remember the booths! All I can remember upstairs were the jukebox, a counter selling coke and pasties and a cloakroom.”

Barbara Saunders – “The booths were covered at the top with arches for the entrances (looked like the windows you drew at the back of them in your sketch). When you came up the steps you turned to the right to get in to the top floor of the dungeon and toilets were on the left.”

Josephine Pate –“I remember the booths but they were added or made bigger or something when they took out the raised dance floor/stage I think.”

Tim Northern – “Booths with table on middle.”

Ann Carver – “I and my friends had a pasty in the alcoves.”

Mick Hatcher – “I can’t remember if the booths over by the windows had tables or not.”

Paul Thorpe – “Can’t recall tables in the booths, but could be wrong …”

Maurice Moore – “I think there were tables in the booths.”

Jeanette Hutchinson – “I can’t remember tables in the booths, I do remember using them a lot.”

Penny Lambert – “I don’t remember tables in the booths, but then I only remember snogging there!! I think!”

Paul Thorpe – “Now I remember you … lol.”

Maurice Moore – “Didn’t the alcove/booths run on a second side? The one at the top of your picture.”

Mick Hatcher – “I remember them as two separate ones Maurice but I could be wrong.”

Carol Heithus – “There was no tables in the booths, used them to chat with mates.”

Barbara Saunders – “Definitely no tables in the booths. I remember sitting in the booths one sunny Sunday afternoon, feeling all bronzed (as I had tanned my legs with gravy browning). One of the people we were talking to spilled their drink and it went all over my legs and the gravy browning ran leaving my legs all striped. I washed it off and spent the rest of the session with two little white legs on show. Happy times.”

Dorothy Porter – “My husband’s brothers built the booths as well as the stage.”



Barry Cooper – “Was there a small dance floor upstairs?”

Maurice Moore – “Yes Barry there was a raised dance floor in the middle of the room. Occasionally people danced on it, but I think most of the time people just sat on it.”

Paul Thorpe – “Big square stage upstairs that nobody ever appeared on? But good to sit on, pasties & coke luverlly???”

Mick Hatcher – “Does anyone remember if the stage upstairs was ever used.”

Veda Bromwich – “I remember Lulu singing upstairs.”

Paul Thorpe – “We used to sit/lay on the upstairs stage during all-nighters.”

Craig Strong – “Never aware of any artist performing upstairs at all, I can’t recall tables in the booths either … might be wrong though! I do know that lots of us used the stage to sleep on during all-nighters.”

Maurice Moore – “I don’t remember the stage being used for an artist. People did dance on it.”

Craig Strong – “I remember Mick Parker walking past the square stage one nighter and shouting ‘morning campers’!”

Mick Hatcher – “I asked him if he remembered shouting morning campers to everyone laying around at 4 in the morning on the stage upstairs at an all-nighter, and he couldn’t.”

Craig Strong – “He must be the only one that can’t!”


Coffee Bar

‘PS Don’t miss Batman!!!’

Mick Parker, Pauline Peck, Dot Porter in the coffee bar
Mick Parker, Pauline Peck, Dot Porter in the coffee bar

Terry Swift –“Yes I remember the coffee bar upstairs.”

From the coffee bar you could buy bottles of coke, which were cooled in a red machine. I seemed to think a bottle was put in to get a bottle out. Also coffee, probably very milky, served in a glass cup and saucer.

Ann Barry – “And the pies?”

Terry Swift – “Sorry Ann can’t remember about the pies, tell me about it. I take it that I must have liked them.”

Ann Barry – “Terry Swift I think I looked like I needed feeding up in those days.”

Terry Swift – “So it was you who liked the pies Ann not me.”

Paul Thorpe – “Pies & Coke, the Bung diet …”

Mick Hatcher – “Can anyone remember buying a pasty or a coke from the elderly lady at the bar upstairs on a Sunday afternoon and sitting on the big square stage or alcoves to eat and drink?”

Craig Strong – “I remember buying a bottle of coke there, and I’m sure there was a TV screen opposite, where me and my mates watched Batman! It was also the area where people ‘crashed’ when they were knackered during the all-nighters!”

Linda Thompson – “The pasties were the best I have ever tasted. I’m sure I remember the World Cup being shown on the TV. I can remember people watching Batman too, Craig.”

Tim Northern – “The whole place had a pie aroma.”

Craig Strong – “I don’t remember that!”

Tim Northern – “Upstairs. Downstairs. Just damp lol.”

Chris Fensom – “TV on Sunday afternoon as well.”

Ann & Tiggs stand by the jukebox
Ann Barry & Tiggs Keywood-Wainwright stand by the jukebox in the Dungeon, about 1966

Ann Barry – “Have you seen my photo by the jukebox? The TV is on in the background, Reginald Bosanquet reading the news.”

Sue Hey – “I can remember watching the World Cup too.”

Ann Barry – “Back to the Dungeon. As we are standing here with backs to the Jukebox, we would have been facing the booths, coffee bar behind us to the left, cloakroom to the left, way in and steps to the basement to our far right.”



The cloakroom
The cloakroom

Lorna Hickton – “The door in the picture led to the cloakroom and the stairs down to the stage.”

Maurice Moore – “Which way did the stairs go?”

Kath Shaw – “Cloakroom, far end of upstairs stage (was also a dressing room).”

Ann Barry – “That’s right, I think so too … to the left of where Mick has put a door. Great plan Mick Hatcher, all we needed was someone like you with artistic talent.”

Angela Richards – “There was a second set of stairs that came up to the back of the ‘coke’ counter. To walk up. Looking at the downstairs stage they are to the left against the wall.”

Craig Strong – “Not aware of them at all …”

Ann Barry – “Nor me. Were they for staff only?”

Amy Spence – “They led up to the cloakroom and groups changing room.”

Sheila Skinner – “Oh right.”

Kate Holmes, 1964
Kate Holmes, 1964 by the cloakroom

Ann Carlton – “Jenny Slack and I worked in the cloakroom cus the dressing room was in there.”

Angela Richards – “Still a fire exit. Lol.”

Sheila Skinner – “Or were they a Fire Escape??! Frightening to think there wasn’t one!”



Mick Hatcher – “I never took much notice of the juke box upstairs and don’t recall any of my friends using it, can anyone remember what sort of music was on it, I don’t imagine it was anything like what was played downstairs?”

Trev Poole – “Hi Mick, like you never used it, and can’t remember what records was on the play list.”

Mick Hatcher – “Couldn’t see the point of it Trev as you could hear the music from downstairs at the top of Stanford Street.”

Josephine Pate – “I remember ‘My Generation’ playing on it.”

Mario Joseph – “’Wade in the Water’ seemed to be playing on it every time I went.”

Maurice Moore – “The two tracks I remember played regularly on the juke box were ‘Walk on the Wild Side’ by Jimmy Smith and ‘Soulful Dress’ by Sugar Pie DeSanto.”

Steve Worthington – “Seem to remember ‘Green Onions’ by Booker T and the MGs playing on it?”

Lorna Hickton – “We had a fellow who used to come in normally before we opened and then change the records to the popular music at that time, then the records he took out of the jukebox, he would sell them to us if we wanted any; the only trouble was the middle of the record was missing which we had to improvise to play them.”

Steve Leadbeater – “Booker T & the MGs were on it.”

Ann Barry – “I clearly found it very useful for leaning on.’”

Kate Holmes – “Opening night I played ‘House of the Rising Sun’.”

Ann Barry – “Just tried enhancing the original of this photo to see if I could read any of the record choices. But no joy … anyone got an idea if it could be done?”

Mick Hatcher – “You’ve even got the tele on your pic Ann.”

Ann Barry – “Yes, with Reginald Bosanquet reading the news!”

Steve Worthington – “England 2 Portugal 1 World Cup semi-final. Only girls downstairs that night!”

Steve Worthington – “’The Kids Are Alright’ and ‘Substitute’


Plans and Illustrations by Mick Hatcher