Wiljoy wroteColonIn the early 1950s I took up ballroom dancing seriously and there were several top class dance halls in the city,I had private coaching with a guy called Richard Dinmore who operated in the 101 dance hall on Kirkgate or New York road (not sure which) and I used to go dancing every Wednesday & Saturday nights at either,Majestic ,Scala,Mecca Locarno,(where I met my future wife)Astoria, or the best dance floor in the north of England,at Meanwood,(near the tram terminus). I was wondering how many (if any) of these dance halls are still operating as such.
My pals an I used to frequent all of these places as they were the places to meet girls.
The 101 was on the top floor of the Westminster Buildings, New York Rd. (famous for the Citizens advice Bureau on the floor below).
The Capitol Ballroom at Meanwood was, in the 50s, a large dance floor with an imposing staircase that led up to the bar area. later converted to a Disco the cinema was closed by then.
The Scala in town above the Cinema was a great place to go on Saturday nights, if you had not bought your ticket 5/- by 2pm that day you did not get in.
Mark Altmans dance establishment nearly opposite the old part of the Infirmary, too posh for us.
The Mecca was fabulous (well documented on here)
Wonder if anyone ever went to Doris Waddingtons, a dance teaching emporium that offered dance lessons plus pie and peas all for 2/-
our gang were dying to learn how to dance, so be could get closer to the opposite sex and also usually hungry could not refuse this offer.
This place was on one of the floors in the building on Boar Lane just before City Square on the left side.
we shuffled in and found there only three girls there. worse was to come as Doris (Margaret Rutherford look a like) started up the music and kitted us out with contraption like three wire coat hangers put together. this was to position ourselves in a dancing pose, then she had us moving round the floor. purple with embarrassment the four Beeston Boppers made our excuses and left. (No P and Ps.) dived into the Whip pub on Duncan St to lick our wounds.