Drewtg

I NEVER used aliases. Some of my mates did, but not a lot and it never affected their day-job, much

Elaine. In view of the fact that there are people who don't like your version of history, I have come up with an alternative storyline which can be used as a redux or maybe a follow-up? I donate the outline to you, I am sure that with all your newfound kudos you could pitch this one girl. Let me know if it needs slight changes for authenticity. Spongebob got Sole Spongebob (our hero) is a nice, well adjusted kid from a nice, stable family. Whilst studying for his ‘O’ levels he meets Patrick (gangly looking kid) at the local youth club. Patrick is into “Sole” and a bit of a rebel. Spongebob starts to hang-out with Patrick — with his parents blessing, and together they try to get as much sole as they can and start saving-up to go to Casino Bottom (where all the best sole is/are?). Spongebob finishes his O levels — and does quite well considering. At about the same time Bob and Patrick finally start to go to Casino Bottom and it is fantastic! Patrick dances like he has five legs and Bob is pretty good too and they make lots of friends. Bob meets a girl who doesn’t like Patrick but they manage to work it all out. They both carry-on loving sole forever and when, years later, someone says that there were bad men at Casino Bottom, they both go on Facebook and say it’s not true coz they never met any. Spongebob and Patrick walk off into sunset — fade-out, roll credits. Be brutally honest with me Elaine, watcha think girl?

We used to dream of having ice cubes!

Co Director is Glenn Gunton, used to be Tim Brown until 2012.

Not seen film yet but... From memory most tat's were home-made (mainly prison/borstal) and the odd traditional swallow as has been said. Definitely can't remember any professional ones other than the forces types. "Cheers (big ears)" was pretty common at my school, but being Lancashire it was more likely a straight "Ta". Earring, left ear only, and in 73/4 usually only one. I lived on a large housing estate and it was virtually compulsary to swear from the age of about ten, just to show that you were fuckin' ard. C**t though, was reserved for special occasions and would quite often precede a fight. Only when I moved to London did I hear it used as a term of endearment. Can't wait to see the bloody thing :-)

Guardian again @6:05 Some different clips. https://www.theguardian.com/film/video/2014/oct/17/judge-northern-soul-palo-alto-citizenfour-film-video-reviews

I used to have a friend who was quite wealthy - but he was also quite tight with his money. He used to commission copies of paintings by artists that he liked. One that I remember was an Egon Schiele reclining nude. It was a very good copy - but it looked like pornography. It had lost something in the mix. Similarly with cover versions of some of our music, they tend to fall into two categories: The first is the direct copy and the second is the interpretation. Saying that "If I could only be sure" was a redeeming feature of Paul Weller's album really falls into the first group, he took a great piece of art and copied it. No real brownie points there. A bit like the Schiele copy though, it leaves me cold. Maybe I am just being unfair but I can't really see that he brought anything into the mix. A bit like Lulu singing 'Shout'. I see all these songs a bit like Theophilus P Wildebeeste trying to ape soul singers. Something for Winstanley's playlist maybe. The second group, the interpretation requires less emotional involvment. 'Tainted Love', Soft Cell, etc. What's that got to do with it? Maybe the Brighouse and Rastrick band do a version of 'Time will pass you by', who cares? In the spirit of the post, have a listen to this. Some people try to tell me it's Northern'. Guess what I think? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wT9r7eO35w

Just a bit of fun mate, it's Friday.

Brilliant film by an English man, very different from the book.

I don't expect a Kes, it's her first film ffs. But ANYTHING has gotta be better than Soulboy, Jesus Christ!!

Hee hee, love it

Yes Steve, that's the idea. For once we can slag them off rather than arguing with each other :)

Irish Times - thinks 'Soulboy' is better. Methinks he's written the review on the back of a beer-mat https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/film/northern-soul-review-coogan-bluffs-the-rest-bluster-1.1966883

Morcambe. https://www.thevisitor.co.uk/what-s-on/northern-soul-is-a-way-of-life-for-morecambe-1-6895385

Not many inches from t'Guardian. https://www.theguardian.com/film/2014/oct/16/northern-soul-elaine-constantine-review-drama

At least it got one more star than the Ninja Turtles!! But not the five stars this guy gives Monsters Inc.

Looks like Blackpool Gazette is first out of the starting blocks, struggling hack claiming people "danced until dawn" at the Highland rooms! https://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/what-s-on/music-dance/film-back-at-spiritual-home-1-6899566 Essex Chronicle does a bit better. https://www.essexchronicle.co.uk/Film-review-Northern-Soul/story-23206313-detail/story.html Please guys, if you post your own review, try to keep it positive. It's a film, not a documentary, don't break my heart. For some reason I want it to be OK, that'll do me. I find myself with an emotional investment in this bloody thing for some unknown reason. I can't see the film until the dvd arrives from Amazon, so be gentle.

Hee hee, love it. Always has been about the music mate. Spencer's baggies stopped being fashion as soon as people started buying them - tourists! One of the great sights to see was a baggied and badged up stomper trying to elbow some jelly sandled blouse wearing mincer for some space on the dance floor! Wear what you want mate! As for badges, go look up fetish in your dictionary. Welcome to the fold

It's also a bit iffy. If a dj was playing Harold Melvin in 74, in a school gym! He must have had a few bob.

I remember getting "never for me" in a junk shop, thought I'd discovered it 1974. Never could dance to it though.

Just to give a bit of perspective on these points and bear in mind that I haven't seen the film. Like the hero, I started going to Wigan whilst still a schoolboy and I appreciate what you are saying about the "fraternity and the 'living for the weekend' cycle" but that came later when I had some money in my pocket and more 'soul-mates'. As a schoolboy, hardly anyone in my school knew what I was talking about when I mentioned Wigan and soul music. Most of the kids were into Bowie or Heavy Metal. It only added to the mystique and glamour surrounding my chosen path. In the early days of the Casino there were not many of us yung'uns even though I lived in Rochdale, and so we would only meet on a Saturday at the bus stop to begin the long journey. It was pretty lonesome! When we got to the Casino we would meet older people from Rochdale who had travelled by other means but no self respecting eighteen year-old would give a lift to a fifteen year-old boy if he had a chance of taking a couple of birds with him - not many girls drove!! Later on when I left school and got an apprenticeship, I was able to travel further afield and , with my trusty scooter, travel to friends in and around Rochdale and support the local events that were starting to spring up. On the drugs front, and again I haven't seen the film. I never took any drugs, having learned from my sisters imprisonment for drug offences at The Wheel. People took lots of drugs, starting with half a dozen chalkies and then quickly escalating up the chain. To a lot of my friends, drugs were an important part of the 'buzz' of the scene. They didn't just take them for nighters and they did experiment with lots of shit. Unfortunately the drugs took a few of my mates but, thankfully the majority were able to take a step back and survive. These are just my experiences Dave, sounds like yours were a bit different but hey, can't wait to see the film With respect, Drew.

Getting ready to get my coat here, but it seems from listening to all these, the better the music the cheaper the sound!! With the exception of the vel-vets that is. Right, I'm off to bed

The best record that I never heard at Wigan. RIP.