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Originally Posted by Gordon Booth
It wasn't just jiving frowned on. If you were waltzing or quickstepping, the MC on the stage was watching you all. If more than your hands touched he ran down the steps, pushed his way through the dancers and literaly pulled you apart. No smooching,necking or doing anything which might exite you!
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We must have gone to a different Con Club. We jived and got pretty close during the waltzes (well, smooches). No-one ever tried to pull us apart and that was back in '56.
That was a pretty good year - steady GF, a good job, money in my pocket and an Ariel 350cc - loved tearing around Haslingden Old Rd or Grane Rd with the GF on the pillion, clinging on like a limpet.
