Above you've The Swan, and on the left, The Dyers Arms. They're just two of the pubs in Leek that played a huge part in my life. I was going into The Swan since my early teens. No one ever asked your age, and everyone knew we were underage anyway. After I left school in 1975, I turned pro straight away. I was gigging six nights a week; four for Mecca, and the other two at The Queens at Basford. Monday was my only night off. Of course all my mates knew it was my night off too, and that I was always flush with cash. We'd all gather at early doors, and drink copious quantities of Double Diamond or Ind Coope. This was before real ale made its return of course, and we were too young to appreciate a good pint anyway. The Swan continued to play a big part of my life for many years; it was the home of the folk club, and all the Leek Arts Festival musical events were held there until recently. The Dyers was next door to my teaching studio, and after the day's lessons were finished, we'd head straight there. Now we're talking serious beer here. The pint at The Dyers was unbeatable and the cause of much admiration and discussion. The day John Lennon was killed we shut up shop, knocked on the door at the pub at 9a.m. and sat there all day. Word soon got around the town that we were there. Within an hour the place was packed; as we all sat there trying to come to terms with the death of a Beatle.