Thank you so much, Jim. It's great to see the inside. My mum, at the age of 14-17, spent her nights at the Palais jiving with the Americans who collected the girls from street corners in a truck each night to take them dancing, at the end of the war. She always talked about it as the happiest time of her life. She never danced again and died aged 65 quite lonely, I think. I grew up with the stories. I always meant to go to the Palais, so was sad that I didn't get inside before it closed. And yes, I do jive and jitterbug. If I'd known there are still people interested in the dance and music of the 1940s, I could have taken her to some gigs to cheer her up.
Becky Bell ● 5742d