There used to be erm, down in Small Heath, sort of blues parties, which was like West Indian parties where you’d sort of, they’d be all-night things where you’d, erm, everything was a pound. Like you could have curry goat and rice, a pound, erm … can of beer, a pound, coke, beer. So we used to say to, mum, ‘Can we go up to the Locarno?’ and she’d say, ‘Yes,’ and then as we got older it would be, we could be back at midnight. But we’d be going and we’d be going to blues really!
