‘Miss Winter Wonderland’ 1980s…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s instruction is to place a colourful tea cosy on your head, wear the heaviest boots that you have, draw on a black moustache using burnt cork, and stamp up and down the escalators of your nearest shopping centre singing Rule Britannia! as loudly as you can.
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EPSON scanner imageYes, back in the 1980s here in Dulltown there used to be a place called The Silhouette Club. It was a nightclub. It was on two floors; the upper one having: a bar with a very good jukebox; a hatch in the wall where you could buy after-midnight snacks, mainly trays of chips with tomato ketchup as I recall; a room with heavily patterned flock wallpaper, a sticky worn carpet, low tables, comfortable chairs, and a very large television which was always set with the colour control full on and the volume at maximum; there was also a smaller back room with just enough space for a medium-sized pool table.
Down in the basement there was the low-ceilinged dark thudding sweaty disco room, a small bar, the toilets, and a murky room where unusual and interesting people would go sit in the dark and smoke a lot of cigarettes.
The ‘Sil’ was a great place – it attracted Dulltown’s ‘alternative’ folk of all ages and classes: the LGBT community well before they embraced that acronym, painters, sculptors, actors and theatre people, goths, ne’er-do-wells, punks, ‘new romantics’, bikers, under-age drinkers, leather enthusiasts, hippies, and even blokes in smart suits, and women in bright dresses, who desperately needed somewhere to go for a spot of exciting late night drinking.
The club was tatty, loud, cheap, and always interesting; the music was very good, the air was filled with the smell of hairspray, aftershave, alcohol, and smoke, and the clientele were generally bright-eyed, jolly, and friendly and they all seemed to mix well – this was a home for Dulltown’s outcasts.
Every six months or so they would do a special Saturday night with a themed drag contest featuring spectacularly dressed participants ‘on stage’ miming to a suitable backing track and then being subjected to interview by the outrageously naughty MC – the photograph above was taken at such an event, I think this was the Miss Winter Wonderland contestI recall that the previous one in the summer was called the Miss Beach Bag contest.
I remember saying to someone back then, ‘This is the golden age of the Silhouette – we’ll really miss this when it’s gone…’
Of course, they told me I was talking nonsense…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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3 Responses to ‘Miss Winter Wonderland’ 1980s…

  1. Dana Doran says:

    Maybe we all have our Golden Age? The early 70’s I think! On drinking late into the night, after closing up the fern bar on Polk Street in San Francisco at 2 am, we would wander to China Town for a bite, where for a small fee the liquor laws were ignored and Scotch was served in tea pots!

  2. All the best places go away, don’t they? Its so sad.

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