My shoulder bag packed with fresh cloths,shoes,talc, brut and the odd soul record on a black 45 vinyl. Not for me sober as a judge thats if they stay sober these days. Usually this time of a morning you generally stumble out of a club drunk or half way their.
It was hard to beleive it was 1.30am Sunday morning,any normal person would have been in bed, clubs very rarely opened past 2am apart from the odd one or two in Wigan. The line of people waiting patiently to get in stretched almost to the last bus stop on station rd heading to Wigan town centre. That night will forever live in my memory and hopefully after writing this article will forever live with you. Northern soul had arrived on my doorstep and with me looking for a new venue after the closure of the Twisted wheel in Manchester and the Torch at Stoke I was more than happy. Three wonderful stickys of music and now the historyĪt 2am in the early hours of Sunday Septemthe doors of the Wigan Casino opened to a crowd of people from all parts of the UK.
