Freddie Goodwin.
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Bradx, i was at that Stranglers gig too!
Nope, doesn't ring a bell.... sorry! It was a one-horse town as you describe but I wasn't in the centre of the heaving metropolis.... I lived on the edge (not metaphorically.... although now I come to think of it, I did a bit I suppose).... nearer to Hassocks anyway. Went to Hassocks County Secondary 73 - 77 (later known as Downlands) .... a bit of a rough place but I believe its quite a good school these days.
I just remembered yet another record shop by the way - Polysound in Gardner Street. Run by the bearded John who I still see around town. It was a chart shop.... late 70s > early 80s. Didn't last too long in the scheme of things.
Might move onto to memorable gigs at some stage..... here's a couple to be going on with.... The Stranglers at the Brighton Centre 1978 on the Nice n' Sleazy tour. When they brought the strippers on (proper strippers not dodgy dancers) my 17 year old eyes popped out of my head. Corks!
The Birthday Party at Xtremes at the New Regent in 1981. Wow. Intense and edgy performance from a young Nick Cave on his 1st trip to England I believe. He ended up living down here of course.
Who remembers the New Regent anyway? A good place to see bands. Very lowlit inside... all red with a small stage and dancefloor and booths for the early birds. Its now Walkabout... I think that's where it was. Saw quite a few bands down there like Aztec Camera, Blurt, Blue Orchids, (missed the Fall alas). Local support was from bands like Birds With Ears, Carved to a Noise... or Full Moon through Glass perhaps.
Hotshots Ten-Pin bowling / Arcade down North Street.
Louis Tussauds as I recall.
The Missus is correct Dave. the 11 was originally in Brighton & Hove Red and cream colours. The 12 as now is the Brighton to Eastbourne route originally run by Southdown , green and cream colours.
Hmmm? Wasn't that David Rose and I'm sure it was another shop that didn't actually stock any sports stuff apart from these track suits and custom team kits.
Getting these tracksuits was the only reason why I went to Nevill Rd but I used to go to David Rose (when it was at the dials) loads.
While still at school I worked at Joe Lyons corner house at the bottom of St. James's Street, later renamed Jolyon, collecting the used crockery and on the tea machine. Place was full of lonely old ladies who would buy a tea and sit there all day. 40 years on I still recoil in horror at mustard pots after spending hours refilling them. My nose would be streaming yellow for days afterwards.
I worked there as my Saturday job (missing the horrors of the 72-73 season and the 8-2 defeat by the Gas). I used to stink of grease when I got home.
The real horror was checking the loos to make that the smackheads hadn't a) died or b) left their needles there
It would have been 1969/70 when I was there. Groups of skinheads would come in on Saturdays and remove cakes and sandwiches from the front shop before moving on to the football. I was 15 and couldn't wait to join them