Claim by THFC press officer John 'Fenners' Fennelly
When I was a teenager, the mobile disco was all the rage. These consisted of two large speakers supporting a double set of turntables with a few flashing lights (literally) thrown in.
A friend of my older brother — Ian Poole - operated Devil’s Disco in the Cheshunt area and it was such a money spinner that two other mates also ran their own. They were popular at parties at home or in the local hall due more to their novelty rather than their expertise.
I was a roadie, ie I humped the gear around and then sat in a dark corner passing records to the ‘DJ’ who was so out of touch with the music scene at the time that he needed someone younger to prevent him from playing hand-banging routines all night !
We did some right old rubbish at pubs and clubs — and were then booked by Tottenham’s own Mike England to provide the music at a party at his Broxbourne home. Looking back we were particularly rubbish that night, mainly because we were asked to operate literally from under the stairs and had to run wires across the carpet to the speakers in the front room where the dancing took place.
People were continually tripping over these wires in the hallway and disconnecting the music, which made for a fragmented evening’s bopping ! To make matters worse, one of the guests was Olivia Newton John who had just released some George Harrison track (the title eludes me).
People kept asking us to play it just for her but we only had Harrison’s own version on an LP so we kept playing that. I’m sure that made matters worse.
Anyway, the claim to fame was that we were mentioned — so briefly — in Hunter Davies’s book on the club, The Glory Game. The book caused quite a stir at the time because it was the first of the ‘fly-on-the-wall’ style and it was all about Bill Nicholson’s Spurs.
“The mobile discotheque was coming, complete with flashing lights, amplifiers and all the other gear which no smart 1972 party could be withoutÃƒÆ’Ã†â€™Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â¢ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â¬ÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â¦”
And that was it. Old Pooley actually bought a copy of the book — and he’s an ardent Gooner — while I was happy to read his. But as a suedeheaded Park Laner I was dead chuffed !