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Norbert - Vocals, Guitar, Drums
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The Bradbury Club, scene of many a Possee night out "back in the day" and the location of choice for many of Chez Vegas's young and err beautiful people to gather in their thousands and cast furtive glances to each other over their pint glasses and bottles of Smirnoff Ice.
Prior to becoming North Derbyshires No 1 entertainment venue it was a Snooker club and the chink chink of balls upon baize could often be heard over the gentle lounge muzak emanating from the cassette player behind the bar. A bar once run by future Salty Club F.C star striker "Big" Ian Ashton ably assisted by young glass collector and future Possee member Marcus "Ballarse" Bentley. Fast forward to the early 90's and this venue once frequented by the likes of Bill Werbeniuk, Kirk Stephens and Ernie Froggatt would once again hear the clink clink of balls against, well usually the wall round the back of the club. In it's heyday the club would be so full that it could take anything up to 30 minutes to walk from one room of the club to the other. The corridor joining the two side becoming a log jam of heaving sweaty beer guts and crop tops as the masses tried to pass from the dance music side to the decent music side. Wouldn't be allowed today of course, elf and safety and all that malarkey. Of course there were only really two reasons to go to The Brad, beer and birds, neither of which were generally up to much. All the nice girls already had boyfriends and the ale was somewhere between piss and sludge. Still it was the social hub of the Chez Vegas Glitterati during the few brief years of its existence. Attempts by management to turn it into an upmarket fun pub disco, wine bar bistro cocktail carvery, called Genesis or something equally as poncy, were doomed to failure as the general populace of the area basically didn't give a monkeys and preferred the Wheeltappers and Shunter Club ambience of the original club. And so the Brad withered on the vine and eventually closed down, subsequently being demolished. The site is now home to Yuppie flats' ironically the very crowd the revamped club was intended to appeal too. Progress is not always for the best. So Norbert penned this little tribute to possibly the greatest club to have existed. Uber fan Paul "Goffy" Gofton had this to say when Norbert collared him at the Town V Barnet match "I've told you once and I'll tell you again, I'm not interested in your crappy songs". However the track, with its gentle acoustic guitar and angelic vocals, did find favour with the British meat industry as musak in slaughterhouses across the country. Apparently the cows are that desperate to get away from it they happily march to their deaths without complaint. 
The Bradbury Club. A sadly missed, part of Chez Vegas's cultural heritage, now gone forever. Now only to be found in the ballads of passing minstrels and the memories of those who once trod its sacred sticky floorboards.
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It’s a Satdi evening
And I just got paid I'm going to the Bradbury Club I hope to get laid I'll drink some pissy lager And I'll find a nice lass And she'll look wonderful Through the bottom of my glass The dance floor is heaving With girls of all types I've got me sen some condoms And some antiseptic wipes Well I don't care if they're fat or thin I don't care if they're rate spotty Cos when I've supped 8 pints They all look good to me The First girl I met there said her name was Meg But she was lob sided Cos she had a wooden leg The next girl I spoke to Was the fragrant Rose But what put me off her Was she had a broken nose Then I met Katie And she was such a dear But I couldn't take my eyes Off her great big cauliflower ear Well I don't care if they're black or white I don't care if they're short or tall Cos when I've supped 8 pints I'd go through them all. A young girl called Sharon Was a tasty dish But when I got close to her She smelled of rotten fish Next was Sexy Sally She was right up my street But she couldn't dance or walk straight She had 2 club feet I thought that classy Sara Was really quite nice But her lady parts were home to A family of pubic lice Well I don't care if they're young or old I don't care if they're thick or smart Cos when I've supped 8 pints I'll have any old tart Oh the Brad is my hunting ground I go there when I’ve bin round town With 8 pints down me neck Loads of firm offers I will mek Oh the beer is usually shite But I won't let it spoil me night Cos when I'm full of alcohol I'd pull anything at all I don't care if they're rich or poor I don't care if they're blonde or brown Cos when I've supped 8 pints Their knickers are coming down I don't care if they're straight or gay I dont care if they're single or wed Cos when I've supped 8 pints They all end up in my bed. |
