Most Friday evenings when I was around 20 or 21, we'd meet up in The Brown Lion, Hall Street, move on to The Jewellers Arms or The Lord Clifden, eventually ending up at The Sally around 8 o'clock in time for the music. I well remember the bartering that went on at the top of the stairs, with John Minnion who ran the jazz - usually it was 2/6 to get in, but sometimes we could knock him down to 2/- if he was in a good mood. It puzzles me, at my advanced age, just how I was able to neck the quantity of beer that I did in those days - maybe it was weaker than it is now. At least I never drove on a Friday night. I believe that The Sally had problems with subsidence, maybe because of the nearby canal, hence its closure and demolition - and what a night the Last Night Of The Sally was!
It didn't take much to amuse us in those days of 45-odd years ago - a couple of quid was all we needed for beer and a packet of fags, and to get into the jazz. If I missed the last bus, no big deal, as I could walk (stagger?) home to Perry Barr, in relative safety too, even along Summer Lane.
Big Gee