Long and winding queue for Fab Four
WHEN I was a junior clerk in the early 1960s in Liverpool, my office was midway between The Iron Door and The cavern club.
I heard the vibrant beat that emanated from these two famous clubs every day.
A pal frequented the cavern every lunchtime, but I could not justify the one shilling entrance fee from my wages. One evening, a few mates and I decided to see what all the frenzy was about — it turned out to be The Beatles’ final appearance at the cavern. We joined the six-deep queue at the bottom end of Mathew Street and shuffled forward patiently for an hour until we reached the entrance. And then the doorman shouted ‘That’s it! We’re full!’ and slammed the door in our faces. Sadly, I never did get to see the Fab Four perform live or experience the atmosphere of that iconic cellar, despite working so close to it.
If only we’d shared a taxi to get to the cavern earlier instead of waiting for the bus!
Brian Rushton, Stourport-on-Severn, Worcs.