Some years ago I was asked to visit The Warehouse in Leeds.
On the way I called into Digbys, and was captivated by the warmth of welcome, friendly atmosphere and club-like intimacy of the place.
It was a club I could understand, enjoy, and be comfortable in.
I stayed a while, then thanked the manager and left.
But the Warehouse was something else!
As I approached a spectacular character in a pink and purple dress unfurled out of a huge white limo. The dress was so long that it required three attendants in similar but smaller dresses to look after the train. Each had a large headdress and the whole ensemble was applauded by onlookers as the procession moved along the red carpet to the entrance to the club.
It was Speed Queen Night.
Just inside the entrance was an open bedroom area with double beds, bedside tables with lamps, and various flowing drapes – plus an array of characters who appeared to be completely at home there
This was all new to me, but as I moved along into the main room I felt a lot more comfortable.
Dancing alone in the centre of the dance floor was the most beautiful girl; wearing only a tailed coat, tights and high heeled shoes.
As she danced her coat front twisted and teased in a provocative and captivating way.
I stood in amazement.
Then I felt a hand on my arm.
“I wouldn`t go there mate if I were you,” warned a young man. “You could get the shock of your life.”
I thanked him; attempted to look cool, and wandered straight back to Digbys.
It was more of a club I could understand, enjoy, and be comfortable in.
image from BBC.co.uk