Clubbing in Liverpool in 1962
“Nice place,” Edmund said, meaning that he thought it was fine and Mum would have kittens if she knew her youngest was in a Merseyside boardinghouse. He put his bag on a rickety table and was glad that it held and was surprised that it had.
“Thanks,” Lucy said. “It’s not much, but given the housing shortage and, well…” She shrugged easily.
Rabble rousers and activists did not make a lot of money. Lucy was deliriously happy working in the Liverpool Chinese and Irish communities, and that was all that mattered.
“So where are we going? I’m buying,” Edmund said. Not that he had much in the way of funds, either, but he and Lucy could find a bite in one of the shops next to the laundries. Lucy could order almost an entire meal in Chinese. Which Chinese, he wasn’t sure.
“I know a place around the corner. We don’t want to be late, though, or we won’t be able to get in.” She took her heavier coat from the wall hook. “Are you sure you don’t mind, Ed? I know the music isn’t for everyone.”
“Of course I want to go!” Edmund said. “I’ve followed them in Hamburg for the last few months! I want to hear them in a proper club!”
“Without the strippers?” Lucy said with a laugh.
“Yes!” Edmund agreed, holding the flat door for her. Really, that had been so very distracting and not pleasant at all. Merseyside beat did not belong in a German stripper's performance . “Though, I really do not think much of their drummer."
As a side note, I'd love to see some "everybody lives" posts this weekend. Anyone else?
“Thanks,” Lucy said. “It’s not much, but given the housing shortage and, well…” She shrugged easily.
Rabble rousers and activists did not make a lot of money. Lucy was deliriously happy working in the Liverpool Chinese and Irish communities, and that was all that mattered.
“So where are we going? I’m buying,” Edmund said. Not that he had much in the way of funds, either, but he and Lucy could find a bite in one of the shops next to the laundries. Lucy could order almost an entire meal in Chinese. Which Chinese, he wasn’t sure.
“I know a place around the corner. We don’t want to be late, though, or we won’t be able to get in.” She took her heavier coat from the wall hook. “Are you sure you don’t mind, Ed? I know the music isn’t for everyone.”
“Of course I want to go!” Edmund said. “I’ve followed them in Hamburg for the last few months! I want to hear them in a proper club!”
“Without the strippers?” Lucy said with a laugh.
“Yes!” Edmund agreed, holding the flat door for her. Really, that had been so very distracting and not pleasant at all. Merseyside beat did not belong in a German stripper's performance . “Though, I really do not think much of their drummer."
As a side note, I'd love to see some "everybody lives" posts this weekend. Anyone else?