We'd buy lemonade and a pint, and hide the beer under the table in case the cops came in. We had to stop drinking here when Ruth's dad, a headmaster, took a call from the chief inspector of Leek Police telling him that if we were seen there again he may have to arrest us. We didn't risk it.
I was in a duo with a friend called John Rogers, and we did a deal where we'd play Saturday and Sunday, and we got paid seven pounds and free beer. We were rich beyond our wildest dreams. Of course technically I wasn't allowed in the place, but no one cared, and I was just happy to play, get paid and drink beer.
We knocked on the door to get Simon to open up, and closed the business for the day.
It had to serve real ale for one thing, and have regulars who would become friends. It took me all of two days to find the Potters, and soon the kids started to refer to it as "my second home", which it was, of course.