The Club That Was Home to Everyone ; Some of the Biggest Acts in Jazz, Beat, Soul and Rock Music Played There, but Nothing Remains of Liverpool's Mardi Gras, Which Should Have Been Celebrating Its 50th Birthday. David Charters Reports

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MUSIC of many styles throbbed over the polished floor of the old haunt, where teeth dazzled to the crazy rhythm of young men, whose bopping shirts glowed like the fronts of penguins, as dandruff fell in shimmering flurries from the heads of those who had chosen the wrong shampoo.

No, it wasn't a place to be if you had a flaky scalp. The ultraviolet lighting played terrible tricks, even picking out the bras and nylon panties of girls as they bopped through the night, blissfully unaware their sinewy swivels were causing some of the posing boys to scratch their acne and whisper "by jove" - or words to that effect.

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The Club That Was Home to Everyone ; Some of the Biggest Acts in Jazz, Beat, Soul and Rock Music Played There, but Nothing Remains of Liverpool's Mardi Gras, Which Should Have Been Celebrating Its 50th Birthday. David Charters Reports

That lighting is still remembered by habitues of the Mardi Gras, which opened 50 years ago, though the portly trombonist in one jazz band found that his trusty shirts always refused to shine, perhaps insulated by several layers of artistic sweat. Capped and filled teeth added to the eerie mood by appearing black.

This club was demolished to make room for a motorway that never happened. But by then "the Mardi", a refurbished movie-theatre at th...

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