“We met at the Beach Club on Roker sea front. It was my old haunt. Every Saturday night I was there to boogie. I had no interest in guys to be honest. Infact, it was noted as one of the first gay bars but not many lads realised it wasn’t at the weekend. Consequently, there were loads of lasses to go round.
The first thing Brian says he noticed about me was my big breasts. I’ve got a false one now but never mind. He asked us for a dance and I asked him for a lift home. My Mam and Dad had just parted and I had taken Mam to get her out of the house but she didn’t like it.
It was great in them days you could hitch a ride there and back. Lads would give you a lift and not expect anything in return. Mind, his car was unreliable, it was a white Austin 1100 and it wouldn’t start so to get our lift home me and Mam had to push it up the hill.”
Photo: St Peters, Sunderland