The night the acting police inspector wanted to close down Leicester Zanzibar.

There can be nothing more dangerous than an acting licensing inspector, a piece of powerful legislation, and a man with a hand up the front of a girl`s jumper.

Or so it seemed on the night the acting police inspector wanted to close down Leicester Zanzibar.

The acting inspector clearly wanted to make a name for himself. Shining uniform, power polished boots and a piece of career building legislation tucked away in his pristine pockets. This was going to be easier than progressing through traffic and CCTV training.

Look out Leicester.

The legislation in his pocket related to a Closure Order. Lasting for up to 24 hours and sometimes beyond, and related to disorder, disorder about to take place, public safety and public nuisance from noise

So suitable armed he marched into Zanzibar with the¬†enthusiasm¬†of a 1950s nit nurse. And he was absolutely stunned to see one male jump on another`s back. Then some people dancing silly, some empty bottles on the floor and…………. a man with his hand up up the front of a girl`s jumper.

Look out Leicester here comes the closure order.

The manager was warned that the premises was about to be closed, all that was required was the agreement of a second inspector. After all, turning more than a thousand people out into the street needed planning, support and a lot of police officers. Not to mention the paperwork.

Eventually the second inspector arrived. Less of a shine on his boots, but a smile and a greeting for customers and management alike. “What`s going on?” he asked, which brought shiny boots into full flow “Horseplay”, “Bottles on the floor”, “acts of a sexual nature”, (although he could be on dodgy ground here – she could have had an itch!).

“This is Leicester on a Saturday night,” grinned the second inspector. “What do you expect?”

Shiny boots was not best pleased.

And so the debate between shiny boots and old boots began, as the latter refused to sign the order.

The debate continued out of the Zanzibar front door and along towards the bus station, rather like Fagin and Dodger at the end of the film Oliver.

Of course Zanzibar remained open –

And the search began for the girl with the friendly jumper.


Image from themissinglist.co.uk



Where did the thinking behind this awful place come from?

Where did the thinking behind this awful place come from?

How could the authorities allow such a huge and special building to be turned into a tacky playground with alcohol?

We were terrified of the bouncers, think they came from Leicester. Management just let the place “happen”. No imagination never felt special there.

Then to crown it all they boasted about an industry award. They must have thought things could only get better. What a mess.Acts were presented better in working men`s clubs.

It was OK to chav-up with orange skin, but if you were male and any darker you needed different shoes, another shirt, anything the bouncers could think of to keep you out.

Then there was the debacle of the free bars. What was that all about?

Then the poor old students dancing and crunching on broken glass on the dance-floor, to a volume so loud that ears rang for days.

How did these people allowed to get away with it?

Go to the Nightingale Birmingham for real clubbin`



Superclub hits Derby

Zanzibar Derby came to Derby at the end of the 1990s.

It was massive, with lots of different rooms, a restaurant and VIP area.

This was Derby`s first super-club, and it promised a whole new club world for the city.

Those liking dance music had the top floor, and the huge ground floor offered something for everyone, including a moving toy train on the central bar, large stage and video screens.

People flocked to see the new club, which was an instant success, and it received a high profile industry award shortly after it opened.

Many thanks to Pete Terry for sending us the pictures.

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