[Margaret Pilkington]

I used to go to a church hall somewhere in Spring Hill.....it started at 7pm and finished at 9.30.
It was just pop records played on a record player....no sophisticated disc equipment back then.
I would call for my friend Sheila and her dad would walk us over to the church hall. It was fourpence to get in and this entitled you to tea and biscuits....or if you wanted to live dangerously, Kia-ora Orange drink.
I could not dance for toffee and spent most of my time sitting on the seats at the edge of the hall.
Sheila's Dad would appear at the door just after nine pm and he would walk us home....so ther was never any chances for any kind of hanky panky.

I used to hear the girls at school talking about Mort't and Knowlemere street, but I never ever made it to either of those places.
Oh, I planned to go many times, but my plans were always scuppered by telltale snots of brothers....who would tell Ma and she would put the block on such adventures by telling me that there were people who worked there that she knew and they would let her know if I was seen in either place....too late now!