Do you have any memories of the Heartbeat?.
Mighty Atom, Bob Wooley, Jon Grocock ( had a belter of a bird that was a relation) Where are they now?

I used to go there to drink halves of double diamond... somebody broke my nose there on my 18th birthday - nice pressie that was.

I used to go there to drink halves of double diamond... somebody broke my nose there on my 18th birthday - nice pressie that was.

Could have been worse you could have supped the Watneys.

I used to go to the Heartbeat every Sunday night. It was on the top floor of the ice rink in Queens Road, and the first place I had ever seen a disc jockey

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I used to go there to drink halves of double diamond... somebody broke my nose there on my 18th birthday - nice pressie that was.

was this around 1967 you got your nose broke?
My mother was the manageress of the snack bar (bowling alley) my fatehr was a part time bouncer (Bowling Alley/casino & the heartbeat if trouble occured)
The dress code was shirt & tie, no jeans for the heartbeat.
I worked away from home and used to arrive in Sheffield late of night (train) I used to get in the Heartbeat in wranglers or levis (cause of my father)
I remember breaking someones nose (larking about, rather than aggression)

I first went to Heartbeat in about 1966/67 - it was a get together for the people where I worked. Got talking to one of the guys who worked in the next office and we have been married 43 years.

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It was july 1970. I was just standing there doing nothing and got thumped by somebody who thought my mate was chatting up his girlfriend. Why he didn't thump him instead I'll never know

Good it wasn't me (that broke your nose), I got married July 1969 and I only went to the Heartbeat on very rare occaisons after that (with my wife & friends)
I worked away (not working in Sheffield since 1963, not lived in Sheffield since 1985, not lived in the uk since 1995)
I did like the Heartbeat,1968 I was working down south and I used to get a long week end every 6 weeks, my father used to pick me up from the railway station and we usualy go straight to the Heatbeat, him in is working clothes (steeleworker, ) and me in wranglers), we stayed in until it closed then he'd drop me off at home (usualy with a girlfriend) and he'd go back to work.
Those were the day's (I think Mary Hopkins said that)

I still have an invitation for the Heartbeat dated Monday-3rd May 1971 which was around my 21st birthday. Before that I used to work in the bowling alley (67-68) as a pinspotter, mainly at weekends. I remember the fella on the door who was huge and could be intimidating.