Memories tagged with "Viking"
80s alternative scene
Mark F talks about the gay scene when he came out in the early 80s "I realised I was gay and this was when I also decided to visit what Birmingham had to offer a young gay man, who liked alternate music and had a penchant for make-up and a slightly (...
I loved it
I loved the Nightingale Club at Witton Lane, Aston. I was the DJ there from 1977 until the club moved to Thorp Street. It was a small, triangular building on three flours. The club occupied the first two floors and the club managers, (Mick Dunn and...
I loved the Nightingale at Witton Lane, 1977
I loved the Nightingale Club at Witton Lane, Aston. I was the DJ there from 1977 until the club moved to Thorp Street. It was a small, triangular building on three flours. The club occupied the first two floors and the club managers, (Mick Dunn an...
Printing the GLF newsletter and Gladrag
"The Birmingham Gay Liberation Front Newsletter was produced between 1971 and 1974, there were only about 4 or 5 five editions published. They were printed using one of those old hand-cranked Gestetner duplicators. You had...
Strong Cider at the Greyhound
“The most successful women only venue was the Cider House on Holloway Head, which lasted for quite a few years on a Tuesday night, for some bizarre reason Tuesday night seemed to be women’s night in any bar or club. We had exclusive use of a room and...
The Greyhound Cider House late 1970s
The Greyhound Cider House 1977-'80Caroline recalls "Gradually some lesbian women joined the women’s group and one suggested that after our group meeting on Tuesday evening, we went to the Purple Room, a private room in the Greyhound Cider House on Ho...
The Viking was OK
Norman talks about the Viking "The Viking was on Smallbrook Queensway between the station and the Albany, it was a cellar bar in a relatively new stretch of buildings, it was OK to go in and have a drink."...
Through the Spy Hole at the Nightingale
“Once I’d discovered the Viking and made some friends, we went round to the Nightingale, which was in those days in Camp Hill in a two-up two-down house. You had to ring a bell and a spy hole would open and you would be perused. It was not very lesbi...