SEEDY CLUBS AND DIVES OF NOTTING HILL 1956 – 1970

Blenheim Crescent looking west from Portobello Rd 1971. Photo RBKC Local Studies.

Prologue:

In June I curated and led a walk around W.10 and W.11 focusing on this topic. I was conscious that the establishments we covered by no means constituted a comprehensive list so I am posting my working notes from the walk and sincerely encourage readers to respond with comments/anecdotes/recollections both on the establishments described and information/stories about clubs/dives not listed here. Hopefully some forgotten ‘gems’ will surface.

I have commented on the individual premises in the order we visited them so that anyone wishing to replicate this walk can readily do so.

Introduction

During this period the activity surrounding the clubs played out against a background of rapid and far reaching social change which in this area was allied to an influx of West Indian immigrants bringing with them a different culture…….So there was a lot happening! For the first time, the youth developed it’s own identity and voice … and had money to spend, which in itself was at counterpoint with the austerity following on from the end of the war.

To quote Philip Larkin, “Sexual intercourse began in 1963, between the end of the Chatterley ban and the Beatles first LP”.

Many clubs opened and closed for a variety of reasons. The clubs varied greatly but generally supplied a demand for OUT OF HOURS DRINKING, GAMBLING, MUSIC, PROSTITUTION AND DRUGS or a combination of these. …..running through the types of establishments, some were simply ‘drinkers’ making alcohol available outside of pub hours (11am-2pm, 5.30 – 11pm, 10.30 Sundays) These often offered the facility to place cash bets (illegal until the 1960 Act legalised betting shops) and, at least prior to c.1956, catered largely to the indigenous white population. Were they legal? Ostensibly ‘yes’ as usually initially a ‘club’ license was obtained permitting alcohol to be sold to ‘members’ outside pub hours and to 2 am…..however usually these restrictions were ignored or abused causing them to be closed only for a replacement to be quickly opened nearby prompting the police to dub them ‘mushroom clubs’.

The West Indians soon opened their own versions of these, many around the Colville area, christened Shebeens (and usually wholly illegal) after the Irish name for such establishments. These generally charged c.2/6 entrance and sold Red Stripe West Indian beer @ 2/6 a can/bottle.

Some spots lacked an alcohol license and were simply extended hours coffee bars with music and/or a drug supply, some spots offered food with some of the aforementioned vices added on, most provided a convenient meeting place for the criminal fraternity. All had at least some connection to criminals and criminality and some were wholly criminally owned and run, attracting a similar clientele. We will talk more about the drugs available as we go along. The sites we visit is by no means a comprehensive list….there were many other places most short lived, providing a variety of ‘entertainment’

The walk starts on Blenheim Crescent near Kensington Park Road.

THE BLUE MOON (Ex.THE BABY DOLL), 19 BLENHEIM CRESCENT (entrance via door leading to the basement – which remains to this day).

As the Baby Doll, it was owned and run by white criminals for white criminals including the ‘heavy mob’, then c.1962 it was taken over by Jamaican Roy Edwards who ran it together with the violent Dennis Matis on the door and Noel Walsh on the sounds.The latter was known as ‘two-gun Cassidy’ on account of him shooting a policeman in Liverpool in the 50’s. All three had criminal records for violence. It retained the patronage of the white criminal element (including members of notorious Notting Hill families) who were joined by the West Indian equivalent and gays of both sexes (remembering this was still illegal). It was a veritable den of inequity. Fights were very common both inside and outside but they were never racial. Comically the sign on the door read ‘hours 9-5’… omitting to mention this was 9pm to 5am. The police raided frequently making arrests, the most common offences being ‘living off immoral earnings’ ( which increased after a condom machine was installed in the Ladies), or drugs (in the club or close by). Eventually a large raid resulted in the arrest of many including the three Jamaicans with ‘2-gun Cassidy’ receiving 3 ½ years (!) for possession of a small amount of cannabis. Many believed this was planted on him because of his earlier non-fatal shooting of the policeman.

walk towards Portobello Road

Incredibly there were two more clubs on Blenheim Crescent between the Blue Moon and and the junction with Portobello Rd……………………

At 15a, ‘CAFE CONTINENTAL’, a basement club attracting a mixed (black/white clientele).

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1-9 Blenheim Crescent, 1971. Photo RBKC Local Studies

At no.9 ‘THE NUMBER 9’ (formerly Totobags cafe). This was almost exclusively black. As ‘Totobags’ it had served as a meeting place/refuge for West Indians during the Race riots (Aug 29-Sept 2 ’58). All these clubs attracted prostitutes (as did the KPH) but not necessarily for business….even sex workers need ‘downtime’.

turn left into Portobello Road stopping opposite Alba Place..

Here at 218 was ‘BONAS’ (always pronounced ‘bonners’) a cafe on street level with a ‘drinker’ in the basement used mainly afternoons by older whites including many stallholders among them Johnny Spencer who had a stall outside and The Cains whose stall was on the corner of Westbourne Park Road.

continue along Portobello turning left into Lancaster Rd….50 yards down stop outside 77…..

77 Lancaster Road, 2018. Photo by D. Hucker

Here was the ‘SEVENTY SEVEN’, a West Indian restaurant and club used by (mainly) blacks and whites of various ages.

turn around continuing back along Portobello Rd stopping opposite ‘Makan’ (ex.No. 262)…..this is broadly the site of:

EL PORTOBELLO’ on the ground floor (most were basement premises). Young mixed race clientele, juke box music, no alcohol, only coffee…open until 2am attracting most of the local ne’er do wells’ serving as a well known pill distribution centre…outside was a sign that read’ Your late night Rendezvous’ which was ironic as nobody knew what a ‘rendezvous’ was. C.1964 it morphed into ‘BOBO’S‘ (sited at the rear) which was similar attracting a ‘MOD’ crowd eager for pills.

 

NB. NOTES ON THE DRUG SCENE AT THE TIME:

‘Pep pills’ were the drugs used by young whites (and younger blacks joining in with the MOD movement.) In reality these were slimming pills that only became ‘pep pills’ when taken in treble or more of the recommended (1 a day) dosage, the effect increasing with the dose. Until 1960 these were readily available over the counter from chemists and were taken routinely by air hostesses to keep them awake on long flights..but there was a murder committed on the South coast in the course of a robbery by a teenager found to be high on his Mums slimming pills which led to them being made ‘prescription only’ by law…..thereby creating an overnight industry among young entrepreneurs looking to make a fast buck and providing regular work for burglars breaking into chemists shops……Very conveniently for the smarter of these young entrepreneurs a Drug factory had opened on nearby Kensal Road (British Drug Houses) from where supplies were readily obtained via ‘the back door’. Supplies were further supplemented by obliging chemist shop workers & pharmacists eager to make a few quid on the side.

THE DRUGS CONCERNED WERE:

DRINAMYL – ‘PURPLE HEARTS’ The most common – I think these were prescribed for ‘anxiety and lethagy’ …When he authorities realised their alternative usage as pep pills they changed the shape to round…..needless to say they were on the streets the next day as ‘FRENCH BLUES’.

DEXEDRINE (yellow tab) – ‘YELLOW DEX’

DEXEDRINE (white tab imprinted ‘P’ for Preludin) ‘P’s’

DUROPHET – BLACK BOMBERS(came in black capsules)

DUROPHET (lesser strength) BLACK&WHITE BOMBERS

The above were traded generally at 6d though Black Bombers were 9d – 1/-

CANNABIS – generally not used by young local whites until the early 60’s when the hippies discovered it, .. from the early 50’s it was imported and used by West Indians and sold in the clubs alongside the pills at 5/- per newspaper wrap….I think slighter older, more sophisticated whites, not local, used it…..but not the MODS.

proceed along Portobello Rd, turning right into Golborne Rd stopping outside no. 101…here was the ………THE BLUE ROSE CLUB.….

101 Golborne Road, 2018. Photo D.Hucker.

An ‘all nighter’ pill type club attracting plenty of ne’er do wells’ …..someone was shot outside here in 1963 thus heightening interest.

continue along Golborne rd, turning right into St Ervans Road

….here just into St Ervans Road at c.no.6 was….

St Ervan’s Road looking north towards Golborne Rd 1970. Photo RBKC Local Studies

‘THE AMERICANO’ opened and run by Dizzy a Jamaican from Kensal Green. It became popular playing good music and attracting customers from the aforementioned BLUE MOON which didn’t go down well with the B.M. ‘management’ ….. one night a Ford Anglia pulled up with a couple of B.M. ‘staff’ accompanied by two local white tearaways Frank Chopin and Bill Sykes M (known as, not his real name) ..they smashed the place to pieces and stabbed Dizzy in the top of the head. Dizzy was somewhat dismayed by this incident and it never reopened, Dizzy returning to an easier life in Kensal Green.

continue to the end of St Ervan’s Road, through the flats, over the Westway and railway bridge turning right onto Tavistock Crescent…continue along into All Saints Road passing what was ‘The Pelican’ (now the ‘Italian Job’) on the corner at the junction with Tavistock Rd. Stop at no.24.

Here HARRY WRAGGS …. an all nighter owned by West Indians but safe for whites….club in the basement…no alcohol but plenty of drugs. Also a convenient HQ for prostitutes and their ponces.

pause at the junction with Lancaster Rd…..

At this point it is worth remembering the ‘JACK THE STRIPPER MURDERS’ Between ’59 and ’65 eight prostitutes were murdered and their bodies dumped in various W.London locations. Nobody was charged. This area reeks of these murders….several lived here, all worked in the area using the clubs. Victim no 3,  Hannah Tailford lived at Pembridge Villas. Victim no 5 , Helen Barthelemy, was last seen alive in the Jazz club at 207 Westbourne Park Rd. Victim no 6, Mary Fleming, known locally as Gummy Mary lived at 44 Lancaster Rd and was last seen alive in an unlicensed ‘drinker’ at 32a Powis Square. Victim no 7,  Francis Brown had lived at Westbourne Park Rd and was last seen alive in the Warwick Castle at 225 Portobello Rd. It seems likely that the killer lived or worked in the area.

proceed along All Saints Rd stopping outside No.8………

Formerly the Mangrove, All Saints Road.  2018. Photo D.Hucker.

THE MANGROVE….owned by Frank Critchlow, it opened in ’68 as a restaurant with a 24 hour license and the successor to the El Rio. It soon became a drug distribution centre despite Critchlow effecting an anti-drug stance & claiming he had nothing to do with them….he twice faced drug charges while at the Mangrove and was twice acquitted. After a year the 24 hour license was revoked after police officers testified that cannabis was often in evidence however the restaurant continued to operate with a total disregard of the licensing laws. Police raids continued attempting to curb the flagrant licensing breaches and during one in May ’70 Critchlow and his brother Victor were arrested,charged and later convicted of assaulting a police officer. Critchlow was sentenced to four months, reduced on appeal to a £25 fine. His brother was fined £20. There were several subsequent convictions for Critchlow and various managers for running a late night cafe without a license. Amongst the customers were; Vanessa Redgrave, Nina Simone, Sammy Davis Jnr, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Richard Neville (‘OZ’ mag editor) Diana Ross, Sarah Vaughn and Paula Yates

proceed to the end of All Saints Road turn left into Westbourne Park Road, stopping at 207 at junction with Ledbury Road. Here is:

THE FIESTA/THE JAZZ CLUB.. on the corner of Westbourne Park Road and Ledbury Road (opposite corner to the {ex} pub) – club entrance in Ledbury Rd The Fiesta opened in ’61 by Trinidadian Larry Ford and later, c.1963, became ‘The Jazz club’.  Music, dancing, alcohol & drugs…popular with prostitutes for business and pleasure and known to be be frequented by Helen Barthelemy, the 5th victim of ‘Jack the Stripper’ in ’64. Ford quickly racked up a string of convictions for selling alcohol without a license.

Next door in Ledbury Road was…….

THE CALYPSO.…opened in ’57 styled as The Calypso Dance and Social club, it was used by West Indians to hold a ‘council of war’ on day two of the ’58 riots (Sept 1st).

At 32a Powis Square was an unlicensed drinker frequented by ‘Gummy Mary’ Fleming, the 6th victim of Jack the Stripper Run by Roy Stewart who worked as a film extra/ stuntman.

Continue on to 127, pausing just past the junction with Great Western Rd to point out

THE GIGI at 32 St Stephen’s Gardens. (building now demolished). This was mainly a ‘spieler’ run by Michael DeFreitas.

Stop opposite127…Here was:

Rios Westbourne Park Rd. 2018 Dave copy

127 Westbourne Park Road, 2018. Photo D.Hucker.

THE EL RIO...opened in 1959 by Frank Critchlow notionally as a ‘coffee bar’ but open 24 hours included alcohol, dancing and drugs putting Crichlow on a collision course with the police…he was convicted 9 times in the 7 years it remained open, usually for selling alcohol, contravening opening hours etc… Originally it attracted a black clientele incl. all the activists/hustlers… Michael DeFreitas Lucky Gordon, Darcus Howe, Johnny Edgecombe etc. but it’s notoriety began to attract a bohemian, intellectual arty crowd curious to sample the wilder more hedonistic side of life, including amongst these were Colin McInnes (looking for boys – he was openly gay when it was still illegal,and was related to Rudyard Kipling and Stanley Baldwin), Brian Jones, Stephen Ward, Guinness heir Tara Browne, barrister Lord Tony Gifford. It’s attraction was considerably aided by Vincent Bute, the sounds man who sourced all the latest ‘blue note’ label records which were hard to obtain then.

It’s place in history was sealed when Stephen Ward introduced Christine Keeler to the two West Indians Aloysius ‘lucky’ Gordon and Johnny Edgecombe who both became her lovers, couplings which resulted in jail terms for both of them and the downfall of Secretary of State for War, John Profumo (another lover) and ultimately the collapse of the Macmillan government. The famous Mandy Rice-Davis quote from the trial, ‘he would wouldn’t he’, appears today inset into the pavement on the opposite side of the road to the club premises at 127.

The end.

With grateful and appreciative thanks to Bobby Kirkham who provided much invaluable help, information and assistance.

John Henwood, 2018.

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38 Responses to SEEDY CLUBS AND DIVES OF NOTTING HILL 1956 – 1970

  1. Liamglynn Glynn says:

    Hi we lived on this road in the 70s Irish family of 5 sons. We grew up fast on the bello area .. thanks for your email. .liam Glynn. .

    On Thu 20 Sep 2018, 3:57 PM North Kensington Histories wrote:

    > northkenhistories posted: ” Prologue: In June I curated and led a walk > around W.10 and W.11 focusing on this topic. I was conscious that the > establishments we covered by no means constituted a comprehensive list so I > am posting my working notes from the walk and sincerely encoura” >

  2. purrpuss1 says:

    Great commentary. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Rita Fleming says:

    LOVE THE OLD PICS!

  4. Alan White says:

    Fascinating. Many thanks for writing this.
    You mention the KPH – if you have any memories of the pub over the years that you would be willing to share, please do join the Facebook group, The Kensington Park Hotel (KPH) Appreciation Society,
    https://www.facebook.com/groups/10150111829785584/

  5. Jordan Reynolds says:

    Bavaria Beer was very evident

  6. john henwood says:

    Thanks Alan, will pass this request on. Glad you enjoyed this blog.

  7. Dino says:

    The Blue Moon was visited by the Krays. My family use to run this illegal gambling establishment and as a child I would pop in and there would be tables full of money. Poker and Kalooki were the card games and there was a dice table. There were some really tough guys all part of the heavy mob .

    • stuart wright says:

      Frank Chopin was mentioned in Norman Johnson’s book, ‘Black Eyes and Blue Blood’. According to the book, Frank went on to open Night Clubs in Cardiff.

    • Chelsey says:

      Hi Dino,
      I’m doing some family research and it’s lead me to the club scene in the late 60s to mid 70s! She was with Billy hill for a while. Looks like you know a bit I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions in private?

  8. john henwood says:

    Thank s for your interesting comments Dino. And yes the Blue Moon was something of an HQ for the heavy mob.

    • Paul Williams says:

      Hi John you didn’t mention a well know family that had a speller think it was in Latimer Road ( but not sure) They were a few brothers George Cronk, started up during the war and all through the 50’s. Cheers Paul Williams

      • stuart wright says:

        The Cronk family are mentioned in Morris Spurling’s book, ‘A Diamond Fell Into My Pocket’. He was an international jewel thief. George Cronk’s daughter Maureen became a top model in the late 60’s and early 70’s, under the name Polly Dillon. Stunning she was too.

  9. Maja says:

    Hello John, I am preparing an essay for an assignment on heritage during my MA in Museum education. After having lived close to the west life for the past 15 years, I feel it has become very much part of my daily life. And I would like to design a walking tour. I’m looking to meet people who can give me more insight and share some Information . Would you be up to meet for a coffee or else at some point to have a chat? That would be fabulous!
    Best regards
    Maja

  10. Cheryl says:

    Oh how great was this.. A trip down memory lane. If a ‘real’ person is reading this who may be able to update me and help contact a long lost friend please call me 02920 653046. Lovely walk down memory lane.. Thank you x

  11. Jo says:

    I worked at the Mangrove for three months in 1969, when Frank asked me to run it as he couldn’t be there 24 hours a day, and he knew there were things going on that the police were likely to use to take away his licence. The reason they had it in for Frank is that he refused to pay them “protection” money, as other cafe-owners in the area did. As a 24-year-old white woman, I knew the guys in the kitchen, and the waiters, would not accept me as a manager; so Frank agreed I should be a waitress, and give my tips to the staff (Frank used to keep the tips). I learned that none of the staff were doing anything illegal, but occasionally a hustler would come in, trying to sell knocked-off goods, or exchange thousands of shilling pieces for notes, so I stopped this happening, and was supported by the staff. Eventually, the expected police raid occurred, and the whole place was completely clean, though a couple of customers had thrown minute, foil-wrapped pieces of hash on the floor when the raid started. The police nevertheless took away Frank’s licence, he appealed, and I went to court to testify. Frank kept his licence that time!

    • Chelsey says:

      Hi Jo!

      So interesting to hear first hand accounts. Sorry for the random message but I’m doing some family research that has lead me to this scene. By any chance did you hear or a woman called Diana she had a few surnames but she could have been a dancer (mixed race) back in the late 60s early 70s . Also married to a nightclub manager ian hales?

      Kr
      Chelsey

  12. ollykite says:

    Dear Jo, Thank you very much for your interesting post. You touch on several ‘hot’ topics that cause concern and are much discussed these days…equal pay for women, police corruption and/or racism/harassment etc. I would love to hear any more anecdotes or information you have relating to the Mangrove and Frank Kritchlow. His court cases are pretty well documented but any anecdotal evidence is warmly and gratefully received. I’m pretty sure he was no angel! With appreciative thanks for your contribution so far,
    John Henwood

  13. Jo Tulloch says:

    I knew Frank reasonably well and, to my knowledge, never heard a bad word about him from anyone, despite the fact that the Caribbean community was generally quite skint and there were rivalries. Frank was a genuine community activist, very principled, and often helped out people who fell on hard times. One such guy was Leonard, who was on weekend parole from prison; Frank gave him a room in his own flat, and Leonard spent his evenings at the Mangrove. I had agreed to do Friday and Saturday nights – I had a day job – and, the first weekend I was there, Leonard asked to borrow my lighter, which he took away and later returned. The following weekend, the cook came to me and said Leonard was using my lighter to smoke cannabis in the loo; so when he asked for it again, I explained that the police were looking for an excuse to close the cafe, and he couldn’t smoke there. Leonard said nothing, but went downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed the cook, and bounced him off the walls – fortunately it was early evening, and there were few customers around. I learned later that Leonard had been sentenced for attempted murder of his girlfriend….

    Frank also gave a room to my then fiance Courtney rent-free when he was hard up and struggling to write. And when we got married in Brighton, Frank borrowed a classic Morgan to drive Courtney there; then he let me use the Mangrove oven to cook a truffled goose and a baron of lamb for our wedding party (sounds a bit pretentious, now!). The only thing I would find to criticise is that he could be a bit mean in a business context: he used to take the customer tips for himself. So when I agreed to work at the Mangrove, I stipulated that my tips had to go to the staff, which they appreciated, until Frank changed his mind and took them away again.

    One other tiny vignette: after my stint at the Mangrove, the police made representations to Kensington and Chelsea Council’s licencing department, who took away the Mangrove’s late-night licence. Frank appealed and, as I said in my first post, I gave evidence on his behalf. There came a moment when the ancient judge leaned forward, his spectacles almost falling off his face, and said, “Young lady, would you know a prostitute if you saw one?” I replied demurely that in my day job as a social worker, I often came across women who were prostitutes, and the judge was satisfied – he immediately reinstated Frank’s licence!

    • ollykite says:

      Dear Jo,
      Thank you for your interesting and intriguing contribution. Any readers first hand information/anecdotes about Mr Kritchlow will be warmly received.
      It’s interesting that despite him taking the staff tips you are still able to describe him as ‘very principled’.

      John Henwood

    • david575757 says:

      Good to hear from someone close to Courtney, my tutor at Goldsmiths C&Y Course and face around the Grove in the sixty’s. I was looking for info on Johnny’s, the cafe further down from the Rio on the corner.

      • Jo Tulloch says:

        Hi David
        Don’t know if you kept up with Courtney’s movements after Goldsmiths? He retired in the mid-90s, when he and his second wife went to live in Ja with their kids, but sadly he died in 2006 after a long illness. One of their girls is living in Florida, and the other in Nottingham, while our daughter has moved to Spain; he also had a son who lives in London, and the four of them get on very well. While in Ja he was involved with local ecology stuff so he never lost his fire!

  14. Edward Hobson says:

    This is a great article. Do you know where I would find photos of people at the clubs dancing and having a good time? Trying to track some down

  15. ollykite says:

    Dear Edward, I’m glad you enjoyed reading this article. Some photos exist of Pete Townsend and the Who dancing at the ‘Scene’ club in Ham Yard Soho, c1964/5. My friend took them there as they wanted to learn the ‘Block’ which was the Mod dance of choice at the time. I’ll try to find them and send to you. I would like to know of any photos taken in the clubs listed. I’d guess many of the attendees wouldn’t have wanted their photos taken.There are also some photos extant of dancers in the Flamingo on Wardour Street.
    John Henwood

  16. Ann McTaggart says:

    This was a fantastic read. Really enlightening. My older brother, who was a hippy, worked on a stall in the early 70s in Portobello Rd and I, as a young teenager, used to visit him every Saturday, trying my hardest to be dead cool. I loved that area but didn’t know the half of its history. Thanks for sharing.

  17. John Smith says:

    I never knew until I read your article that this was called the Blue Moon. We were teenagers from the Ealing and Southall area of West London, going there in 1962, we always called it the Baby Doll.
    I think we were the first young white guys to mix with Jamaicans and there were never any racial problems. The attraction for us was getting high and dancing the night away to Blue Beat music(which I still love). Purple Hearts were never purple or heart shaped but pale blue and triangular and we always called them blues.

  18. david says:

    Seriously Missing is Jonny’s on the corner of Powis Terrace and Westbourne Park Road. Jazz and blues all night, occasionally live impro session if you were lucky, along with food, tea and coffee, just down from the El Rio. very cool place and a regular with African jazz artists. More part of the African scene rather than the Caribbean community.

  19. david575757 says:

    When we had a bit of money, well, when Jim’s escort girlfriend had a bit of money, we’d go out to Johnny’s on Westbourne Park Road for an early hours breakfast bacon and eggs but served with cucumber or lettuce, strange. Jonny was a cool guy, he never questions me about my age (14-15) and always had jazz playing in the background. It was a hangout for Africans and many jazz artists would call in after their gig in Soho, sometimes they would get out their instruments and start playing.

  20. anon says:

    My step-father ran a club on Colville Terrace, called The Phoenix. It was for Jamaicans during the week and G.I’s only on the weekend, which caused some tensions, as you can imagine. There was a rival club across the Harrow Road, and they thought the Phoenix was stealing all their girls, and this culminated in a massive gun battle in the streets.

  21. Janet Mansell OConnell says:

    Well, blow me down I didn’t realise that between 1964 and 1966 I frequented a drug den at the El Portobello Club. Who writes this stuff? I was a schoolgirl at the time. A den of iniquity it certainly wasn’t. Drugs? It was all about the music and yes we were Mods. We came from all over West London and in my case Essex. My sister lived in Notting Hill Gate in a grotty bedsit. I used to visit at weekends. We’d go to the Flamingo on Saturday night in Wardour Street until about 5am. Paddy McCarthy opened the club early Sunday morning. There was a real mixture of young people. Most had jobs, yes there were a few villains but the guys I knew all had jobs. Some of the best looking guys and incredibly smart ever seen. One guy has become a world famous lighting director working on some incredible films like The Mission. They were not druggie hippy types at all. The music was incredible, never heard anywhere else. My sister and her mixed race friend used to demonstrate dances on Ready Steady Go. I knew Paddy personally and it was because of him that I went onto college to be a teacher. Sadly Paddy went to work in Northern Ireland as a community worker and died in 1971 after a soldier put a gun in his mouth and he had a heart attack and died. RIP Paddy.
    BTW my family moved to the area in 1885 and lived in various places until eventually moving out in 1960. My Uncle George owned The Grove Fish Bar until 1948.

  22. hearnanm says:

    I am researching my family tree and my medical records show I lived at 29 Blenheim Crescent with my Parents in the 70’s. My dad was a hippy at the time. My mum ended up being involved with gangsters from this area up until the latter part of the 80’s. I have found this thread fascinating.

  23. Trudy says:

    Does anybody remember or know of the key club in Portobello Road my uncle used to have it. George Osmond I remember going in there was a little girl looking for photos or any information about the club

  24. Anna David says:

    My name is Anna David. I lived in Nottinghill Gate in the 1950s and went to the Mambo club, off Westbourne Grove, most weekends. It isn’t mentioned in your article but fits in well with all the other clubs.

    I loved your article which brought back so many memories and would love to hear from you.

  25. Thanks for this fascinating history. My great aunt Peggy was a singer and dancer in the nightclubs round here in the 1950s and 60s, working under various names – Peggy Fitzgerald, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Rita Gallagher and at one point was known as Patricia Shadrach. If anyone has any information on her or knows specifically where she worked that would be brilliant.

  26. Cheryl says:

    Pleeeease!!! Can anyone tell me what happened to my Trinidadian soulmate ‘Smalley’ ? I am 73yrs old and he is/was a good bit older. If you don’t know of him please ask around for me.

  27. Richard Cracknell says:

    What about the Safari Tent, Ledbury Road.

  28. Alexander Romiszowski says:

    Hi. It’s over 5 years since the original post by John Henwood started this thread. I have accessed and read many of the messages on several occasions in the last year or two, and always meant to add some comments of my own. Well, today I am finally getting around to doing so. I hope that some folks who were interested in this North Kensington walkabout may yet access the thread. And I hope that these memories of mine may be of some interest to them.

    I lived at number 236 Portobello Road, above an antique / second-hand junk shop called ETCETERA, for a period of six or seven years, from 1967 to 1973. I owned and ran this shop together with my girlfriend (a partner in all senses of the word) who went by the name of Anne Valery. This was her stage name (her real surname was Firth). Like many actresses, Anne was often unemployed in between theatre or TV assignments and she looked after the shop during these stints while I busied myself with my day job as a college lecturer and did much of the to-and-fro visiting folks who wished to sell their old furniture or whatever. But, due to Anne’s interest in old costumes and costume jewellery; the “whatever” became antique clothes and jewellery. ETCETERA became one of the first (if not THE first) vintage clothes shops on the Portobello Road.

    The period in question was exactly when the Northern end of the Portobello Road, and indeed the whole district, became a centre of the hippie culture. The antique clothes we were selling were much to their taste and so soon we experienced problems re-stocking the shop with genuine Victorian or Edwardian items of clothing and accessories. We therefore searched further and wider and started to deal with a more diverse range of items. These came first from scouring the antique markets in Paris and Amsterdam, then buying up forgotten stock of old military uniforms that became popular with the fans of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, and still later we made several forays to Morocco, Egypt and India in search of interesting ethnic clothes and jewellery that had become fashionable among the hippie community.

    As ETCETERA slowly transformed from a junk shop to a “Hippie Haven”, we opened up the back garden as a coffee bar cum hang-out and started one of the first macrobiotic restaurants in London. This was the idea of one of Anne’s long-time friends, Joan Wyndham, who, despite her noble British ancestry, liked nothing more than starting ground-breaking ventures in the coffee-bar and restaurant business. I had first known Joan Wyndham earlier in life, when during the 1950’s she was running the La Roma expresso coffee bar right in the centre of Oxford. I was first a secondary schoolboy who gathered with friends most days after school in the La Roma to drink a hot cappuccino and eat a plate of Spaghetti Bolognese. Then I spent four years as a student at Oxford University and continued the habit. Little did I then imagine that a decade or so later Joan would be running a restaurant in my business venture in the Portobello Road.

    But how does this story link to all the other ones that have appeared over the years in this thread? ETCETERA was not a “SEEDY CLUB AND DIVE” – to quote the original title of this discussion thread. It kept its doors open during the typical business hours for shops. But the clientele that started to frequent Joan Wyndham’s restaurant in the back yard was nothing if not seedy. The restaurant served food and (non-alcoholic) drinks, but the clientele soon established their mark on the premises. I remember vividly the evening clean-up, which involved not only washing the dishes but also a general sweeping of the kitchen and toilets, located just off the back yard. There was hardly a day when sweeping out the loo would not reveal at least one or two hypodermic needles – one day, I swept up over a dozen.

    So, although Anne Valery and I were not at all into drugs, and not even deep into the hippy scene, we knew and frequented most of the hangouts which have been mentioned in John Henwood’s original post and in the many comments that have followed over the years. One of my favourites was the MANGROVE, but I used to also visit the JAZZ CLUB, the BLUE ROOM and many of the other so-called seedy cubs and dives. It has been a pleasure to read this long thread of memories, which has grow over the five or more years since John started the thread, and so to rekindle many of my own memories.

    Around about 1972, Anne and I ceased to be partners – again, in all senses of this word. We first split up the shop into several separate stalls which we rented to folks who had previously worked for us or were suppliers of our vintage clothes. In late 1973 I started a new career as an international consultant with United Nations agencies, first working for a couple of years in Brazil, then India for a year, and then back to Brazil for a further two-year stint. Anne continued to manage the ETCETERA lease as a whole, collecting the rents from the stallholders and paying the overall rent to the landlords, the electricity and water bills and so on. But then, she started a new career as a TV soap-opera script writer. She was indeed one of the two people responsible for the launching and the success of “TENKO” the TV novel about a group of British and other-nation women who were taken prisoner by the Japanese and spent some years in a prisoner-of-war camp through the latter half of World War II. I understand that although TENKO was screened on TV during the early 1980’s, the series still ranks as one of the UK’s TV-soap-operas with the highest regular audience.

    The vintage clothes shop ETCETERA continued well into the 1980’s, but around about the end of 1979, Anne and I ceased to manage the shop and passed the remaining years of our lease to the stallholders who had been our tenants since the early 1970’s. Joan Wyndham’s macrobiotic restaurant in the backyard continued functioning for a short time after Anne and I parted company, but eventually the new leaseholders preferred to utilize the back yard – now covered over by a transparent roof, as an extension of their shop space. And Joan Wyndham, having also had enough of the Portobello hippy scene, reverted to working with her husband, Alexander “Shura” Shihwarg, who made a business out of launching and promoting trendy new restaurants in Kensington and Chelsea. But that is another story – well documented in Wikipedia and generally online, if anyone cares to investigate further.

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