
Originally Posted by
57vintage
Nope. Nae the St Leonards. I knew it well when Ian McKenzie was the owner, and I delivered there. I also kent it when the folk club met there on Friday evenings, before, to quote Woody Guthrie, it caught a-fire. Coincidental to the subject of the thread, we once went in there unplugged after a full band gig at the Lark Club in the aul school cantien across the road. It was a singers’ night, and we (including Salmon Dave as a band member) had the hale place singing the chorus of his song aboot Trevor Jordache putrefying under the paving slabs at 10 Brookside Close. The daft aul radge used to introduce it as “a song about the tricky subjects of incest, patricide, and landscape gardening”. It made a change from their ballads about deid lifeboatmen, and the bonny lassie’s plaidy being blown awa.
The hotel is the building described by Sneckie that towers over the middle of the town that featured in the oil-related drama.