Welcome to Divine's Jazz Club

When I were a lad growing up, I had 3 older sisters, the eldest being a good few years older than me. I was the baby and only boy. So, growing up during the 70’s these girls were Dancing Queens. We grew up on a large, tough and deprived tenement housing estate. So we weren’t allowed to be playing out all night. On a Friday, and sometimes Saturday night, my sisters would organise a bedroom disco. Between them they had a very good collection of vinyl records, mainly disco soul and funky stuff, and a decent ish JVC music center. Basic light changes with coloured bulbs, Xmas lights flashing, a bottle of coca cola and chocolates, the 3 girls tightly orchestrated by the eldest, drilled and slick, very seriously would then get down to some serious business, they would dress up, choreograph dance moves to all the latest disco records, and dance their socks off for an hour or two. This was better than Top of the Pops. To draw comparisons with Pans People, Legs & Co, Hot Gossip would be all too obvious. Occasionally mum and I would come and watch and have a boogie, rarely dad got involved other than ending it when it had gone on for too long. Over the months and years of these bedroom discos select best friends and boyfriends we permitted. I used to reluctantly get dragged in, seriously protesting, and forced to sit, watch, and judge them, and give out points, mock prizes and awards, I was like Simon Cowell, these poor girls, but they did ask for it. So I then was coerced into doing the job of DJ, and I was allowed to operate the Stereo, and after strict training, I was taught what tunes and what order to play them. It grew on me and has stuck. So I can line up dance music all night long :) Yes Sir,. I Can Boogie.

I’m guessing some of you readers might have had similar experiences and could identify with.