Great thread, brings back some great memories!
We used to finish at Lucas's BW4 shaftmoor Lane on a Friday afternoon, get changed in the toilets then jump on the train to Moor Street. leg it to Sam Wellers which from memory had an early licence - I'm thinking 5.30 pm? Anyway, we'd load up in there, then next door to our usual hang out which was The kalaidescope (I've a feeling it was called The Carousel before then). I'm pretty sure the kalaidescope had a late licence until midnight, but if we were going clubbing we'd be out of there earlier - probably on to Faces (was it actually called Faces International or have I made that up?), Peppermint Place (which was like clubbing in someone's living room, but I do remember pulling someone and snogging her for - I reckon - about 4 hours solid, while both our sets of mates were cracking up how oblivious we were to everything else) or Snobs (which I didn't like much, but if everyone else was going, so be it), but mostly we'd be in Edwards - Christ, our whole world was usually in a small Triangle around John Bright Street.
There we were thinking we were so cool in 1982 - Robert Klein Jumpers or Matinique Shirts from that posh clothes shop under the ramp up to New Street station, stretch cords looking like they were sprayed on (thank God I played a lot of football in those days so I was pretty trim!) and probably white shoes laced up the side - we thought we were the international jet-set but were only on about £56 quid a week as Lucas apprentices. We'd sometimes go to the 10pm film premieres that they started at The Futurist, I remember being in there when they showed The Hunger, which was a David Bowie Vampire film - it was like a bloody zoo in there - everyone tanked up after an evening on the Tennents lager from the kalaidescope (bitter 69p, Tennents 85p and "do you know it's a quid a pint in London, they must be barmy paying that...?!).
I remember one night a big fight breaking out in the Kalaidescope and I had football the next day so had my kit bag in the cloakroom. I though "if it's going off, I'm putting on my football boots with the ali studs so I can give someone a kicking", as we were well outnumbered. I ended up geting bundled up the stairs by the bouncers and out onto the street just as the coppers turned up. Here I am getting chased down JB street by 2 coppers, me with aluminium studs on, clacking away whilst I'm running and skidding like Tom and Jerry at each corner as I failed to maintain any grip. They soon caught me but let me off as they weren't sure if I'd been involved or if I had a mental illness ha ha.
Never did find my shoes...............happy, happy days.