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In 1966 some of my friends and I formed a beat group (later, beat groups 
came to be referred to as ' 'bands" but not 'til the late Sixties); we were 
based at Boston Grammar School and even practised in the newly built 
Sixth Form Common Room. We had a lot of problems throughout our 
one year career in Boston, but I can honestly say, with my hand on my 
heart, that there were never any ego clashes (which is unusual in Rock 
Bands!) It was such a struggle with our meagre amount of equipment, 
learning to play the songs, remembering what came next, we never 
found the time to argue with each other! (Aso, transport was a huge 
problem i.e. we hadn't got any!) 
Everyone in the group was in the school's Sixth Form - myself on bass 
guitar, Dave Wortley on vocals (waiting to go to University, and a very 
good footballer), Dave "Hank" Hancock on rhythm guitar (who'd 
transferred from Kitwood Boys' secondary modern; not quite as good 
as "Hank" in The Shadows!); Nick Flynn on lead guitar (the son of highly 
respected local bobby - Sergeant Flynn) and Randall "Raz" Boulton on 
drums (one of the younger members of the group, very good at Art). 
When Dave Wortley eventually left the group (taking his P.A. system 
with him) he was replaced by Nigel "Nij" Wilkinson, but, in fact, Nij only 
ever rehearsed with us: the group broke up before we ever had a chance 
to do a gig with him, but he plays a central part in the story I am about to 
relate. 
One of the problems we had was with the Boston Mods, who were quite 
a large, aggressive local teenage cult group. Very few of them were 
grammar school boys (there were one or two), very few of them were 
social friends Of ours; the result was that they gradually took on the 
ambition of always being there to cause havoc at the gigs of "Gotham 
City" (though, luckily they never actually damaged anything - or 
anyone!) 
The name of our group was always a source of disappointment for me. I 
had had no say whatever in the choosing of it, I would have preferred 
something more romantic, heroic or fashionably psychedelic. Yet 
strangely, though, I did not feel offended nor did I complain: the 
overriding factor for me was that I was in a beat group: But I always 
preferred the "fans" to refer to us by our abridged nickname "The 
Gothams", which to me sounded less corny and more like the name of a 
band. As I recall "Gotham City" was chosen by three of the band - Nick, 
Dave and Hank; they said that we should cash in on the then popular TV 
series about Batman and Robin, and I was just happy to be in a band. 
They could have called us ' 'The Cosmic Pods" as far as I was concerned; 
but I did feel a little disappointed: I 've always been very name conscious 
and my father allowed me to name all of his racing greyhounds at the 
various tracks; of course at that time Boston had a track. 
The lads came up to me at school one fateful afternoon (l can see it now) 
and proudly gave me a yellow Batman sticker the size of a penny piece 
(old money) and told me where to stick it (on my second-hand red 
Hofner bass guitar). This I duly did, without uttering a singe word of 
protest, obedient to the last detail. 
One of the most memorable clashes with the Boston Mods took place in 
the upstairs ballroom of Boston's White Hart Hotel near the town 
bridge. (l believe it was part of a suite of rooms known as the Louise 
Rooms). We were second on the bill yet again! Top of the bill were The 
Foundation (not to be confused with Clem Clempson's pop-soul band, 
The Foundations). Their drummer was Johnnie Eagle, member of a 
family who've been running a fish and chip restaurant in Boston for 
many years, lead guitarist was well known men's hairdresser, Malc 
Fletcher; as for the rest of the group, I'd be guessing but Dave 
Greenhough (brother of Steve) may have been on rhythm guitar. Well it 
was nearly fifty years ago. 
As you go in, they set up in the right side of the hall, we set up at the 
bottom end, with our paltry set of equipment, and when they came in, 
the Boston Mods established themselves on the left hand side of the 
hall, well within barracking distance of "Gotham City!" We reluctantly 
played one or two soul numbers only because all the other groups kept 
telling us this was what Boston audiences wanted - "Land of a Thousand 
Dances", "In the Midnight Hour", "Willy Nilly" and so on. But when we 
launched into Sam and Dave's "You don't know her like I know" two of 
us were in one key and two of us were in another, only Raz, the 
drummer, knew what he was doing. Of course this was grist to the mill 
for the Boston Mods, who began laughing out loudly and uproariously. 
They had enough musical ear to know that we'd slipped up. Full of 
heroic anger, I strode manfully towards them, overcoming my natural 
angst on the way. When I got there, through all the fog of arrogant 
smoking that was going on, could see the look in their eyes, above their 
smirks , the pupils were extremely dilated, (there was a big pep pill 
scene in Boston at the time and according to what I had heard, the Mods 
were well into it). 
Remembering the time-honoured saying, something about "lives to 
fight another day", I swiftly did an about turn and returned to the 
relative asylum of "Gotham City", putting on my guitar strap and 
electric bass once again, ready for action; after all I could hardly rely on 
Batman and Robin flying through the White Hart windows on their way 
to my assistance but there was more chance of finding them in the 
precincts of their own city. Nick wouldn't be much use to me with his 
Buddy Holly spectacles (the Mods would have happily crunched them 
underfoot), although the fact that his dad was a local bobby might be of 
some use as a deterrent, but the Mods didn't come after me (I'd scared 
them). We struck up again, and this time we all agreed to play in the 
same key; an ironic cheer went up from the contingent of Boston Mods 
of whom several were quite musically literate and played in groups.
Another incident with them took place at Blenkin Memorial Hall, at the 
back of Boston Stump Church, again, two groups were playing and we 
were the support act; the main group was The Limits with two lead 
guitarists John Booth and Steve Greenhough. But before we went on, 
Dave "Hank" Hancock had told me that, while I was away from our 
changing room, the Mods had come into the room and told whatever 
Gothams were there that they would smash up all our equipment if we 
went on stage tonight (not a five minute job anyway!) Obviously they 
daren't talk like that if I'd been there after my outrageous acts of 
heroism at the White Hart hotel dance! Anyway we went on stage 
before the top of the bill, The Limits, and nothing happened with regard 
to the Mods' threat. It had just been talk. 
The Limits yet again proved to us that we weren't playing any numbers 
that people could dance to. When we played, customers stood and 
watched; as soon as The Limits struck up everyone started dancing! It 
made us look as if we weren't doing our job; but Dave Wortley, our 
vocalist at the time was the only one in the group who liked that sort of 
music; I, for example, was into "psychedelic pop" - The Jimi Hendrix 
Experience, The Pink Floyd, some of the American West Coast groups 
like Jefferson Airplane. Sometimes the group let me sneak a number I 
liked into our repertoire such as "Over Under Sideways Down" by the 
Yardbirds; this song had some very meaningful lyrics to which I could 
easily relate, plus a great psychedelic lead guitar solo halfway through 
which, I believe, was played by the now legendary Jeff Beck. 
One day I was in Linguards record shop in Wide Bargate (the only record 
shop in Boston at the time that sold musical instruments and amplifiers 
as well; there was Allens' record shop across the way, but they sold 
tellies, not musical instruments!); I was flicking through the box of 45 
rpm record singles situated near the shop's front door. These were new, 
but had often been reduced because their flimsy paper covers had been badly torn or, in some cases, they no longer had one! On this occasion I 
had a real "find" in there - a reduced single by the much respected 
American West Coast psychedelic group simply called "Love" and led by 
another now legendary rock icon, Arthur Lee, who died not very long 
ago. I'd read about them in the pop music weekly "Melody Maker" but 
never actually heard them; even though I was hard up, I decided to 
invest, even so; what a buy it was! I got home with it, put it on the 
turntable for the first time. Immediately I loved it! Couldn't believe how 
exciting it was to my 18 year old's crazy mixed up mind and spirit! Quite 
simply it was me all over: psychedelic pop feel, a pounding racy beat, 
Bob Dylan style surreal, at times poetic, lyrics - I hadn't heard anything 
so exciting for yonks! I decided right there and then it had to be "snuck" 
into the Gotham City repertoire. And so, Nick Flynn was the first choice 
to pass it on to, because Nick had the "ear" to work everything out just 
by listening to the record i.e. we didn't have to buy the sheet music. 
Let me explain that: the way we worked in those days was that Nick 
took a record and, by listening to it repeatedly, he could then tell me 
what the bass lines were and Hank, the rhythm guitarist, the chord 
sequences. The singer would then have the record and copy all the lyrics 
down (if he could hear them:); then, finally, Razz the drummer would 
just have the record to listen to, in order to get the feel of it. He might 
copy the drumming, he might not - it was up to him, but lending him the 
record for a few days familiarised him with it - I think on this occasion, 
actually, if memory serves me well, he did copy the drumming. 
I had managed to sneak "7 and 7 is" into the repertoire and we were 
going to try it at the next rehearsal, which would be upstairs in The 
Music Room Of The Indian Queen pub in Dolphin Lane (now called "The 
Four Kings and the Indian Queen"). This venue had become our regular 
practice place now; we had left the Sixth Form Common Room where 
we were restricted to always having to practise straight after school. 
The reason for this was we had to class ourselves as a school 
club/society in order to get use of the room. Thus Boston Grammar 
School Jazz and Blues Society was born: It was the only club at the 
school that didn't have any members! But we were men now, we must 
be, we were rehearsing in a local pub! 
And so we arrived at that evening when we first tried out "7 and 7 is" by 
the American West Coast group, Love. Everyone was present (Dave 
Wortley had left) and a new vocalist from the school Nij Wilkinson. I 
was on bass, Nick on lead guitar, Hank on rhythm guitar, Razz on drums, 
to begin with there were no supporters present: we were expecting 
two later on, to listen to us; Keith "Lurch" Baker and Roger Beeston, 
both from the Grammar School. We zinged it straightaway! Never 
sounding better in the entire history of the group; the original record 
was rather short, so we had arranged the number to last four minutes. I 
looked across at the other members of the group as we played; we all 
just smiled at each other as if to say, "Good, ain't it!" This was the first 
time there had ever been any genuine empathy between the various 
members of the group; we had just needed letting off the leash: Raz, in 
particular, excelled himself on drums, almost getting carried away by 
the fast train-like style of the beat, I was stalking around the small stage, 
heroically dipping and craning my neck in real rock style. Nick almost 
took his glasses off! The new vocals sounded great. This was how life 
should feel being in a youthful rock band, and it proved to me something 
that I (and the Boston Mods) had never suspected: that when we had 
the right material, we were brilliant! 
Suddenly the Music Room door was flung open and in walked Roger 
Beeston and "Lurch" Baker, grinning from ear to ear. "That was 
incredible," they enthused "we've been standing outside in Dolphin 
Lane listening to it." Both Keith and Roger were, like us, Sixth Formers, 
but Roger had a car and had passed his test, so that came in very handy for moving the equipment to a gig when my dad wasn't available. 
"Absolutely marvellous," they continued, "it sounded great outside." 
The next one in was the pub landlord: "What happened?" he said, 
"you're sounding professional!" All of this fulsome praise was brought 
to us by the song "7 and 7 is". Well they say that seven is a lucky number, 
don't they! 
Since 1966, I've always carried that blissful teenage scene with me; in 
fact, the song is still one of my all time favourite numbers. Of course the 
fact that I was the one who discovered it in Linguards' music shop made 
it all the more gratifying. I had experienced two new feelings, the actual 
words for which I only came across in later life. First of all, there was 
"empathy": the group were now communicating musically with each 
other, we were as one, giving to each other that knowing smile, a sense 
of truth; secondly there was "fulfilment" - we felt happy, we loved that 
song, being in a group now felt more than being a case of meeting girls 
at gigs, being well known faces in local teenage social circles. This was a 
complete feeling that centred around pure enjoyment of our music at 
the time we were playing it - nothing else came into it. Youthful 
enthusiasm abounded - for once, youth wasn't being wasted on the 
young. If only the Boston Mods had been there to witness our finest 
hour! 
What happened, later on, to the various "members" of Boston Grammar 
School Jazz and Blues Society:-
Nick Flynn, lead guitarist: Nick moved to Nottingham with his parents 
and still lives there today, running his own upholstery business. Since 
leaving Gotham City, he has played with various professional groups at a 
high level. I have seen Nick recently on two occasions at the annual 
dinner of the Boston Grammar School Old Boys' Association. He has 
now replaced his Buddy Holly spectacles With some designer frames! 
and is still lovingly playing guitar. 
"Raz" Boulton: In the Sixties, Raz played a Beverley drumkit which at 
the time was just about the cheapest drumkit you could buy! and on a 
par, quality-wise, with Hank's Antoria electric guitar! He was a nice lad 
and always did a good job for you. I believe he went to Art College after 
leaving the Grammar School, but I haven't seen him since those heady 
days. 
Myself: After Cotham City, the next group I was in was called "Stake", 
another name I disliked intensely and had no say in choosing! That group 
was at Hull University, the name being supplied by the lead guitarist 
who was into Black Sabbath (a Birmingham group, the same city he 
came from) and Hammer horror films! Our greatest claim to fame was 
that we were bottom-of-the-bill to John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and  "Eire Apparent" (who played the Woodstock Festival) at Hull University 
rag dance in 1970. I later went on to work for Mungo Jerry who had a 
very well known number one hit with "In The Summertime", and then 
became a secondary school teacher of English and Drama. 
Dave Wortley: Dave always drove a scooter, it was a Vespa or a 
Lambretta, but he was never a Mod! On pillion would be his loyal 
girlfriend, Jenny; they were inseparable. Dave was heavily into Soul 
Music and Tamla Motown, the two types of music that I personally 
disliked intensely! I was more a fuzzy hair, smoke bombs and long guitar 
solos man! But I still got on well with him. He was an excellent footballer 
and played in the same grammar school eleven for which I was 
goalkeeper. He definitely went on to University but I have never seen 
him since. 
Dave "Hank" Hancock: I Hope Hank's still got his cheapo-cheapo 
Antoria electric guitar because I've been told they're now fetching a 
fortune as a Sixties curiosity item! He went up to Hull University in 1968, 
the year after me. In the meantime, after the break-up of Gotham City, 
he had found another niche as a rhythm guitarist with newly formed 
local group, The Synix. Like Dave Wortley, Hank also had a scooter, but 
had graduated to a car by the time he arrived at Hull University. 
Strangely, I don't recall him ever being involved with a rock band in his 
years at University. 
Nigel "Nij" Wilkinson: Nij was a very smart-looking, tall lad who was still 
at Boston Grammar School when I left in March of 1967; I often saw him 
up town at lunchtime. It's a pity he only ever rehearsed with the group 
and didn't do any actual gigs, as he was a very promising vocalist and 
seemed to take to "7 and 7 is" very readily. To the best of my 
recollection, he had neither a scooter nor a motorbike (l had a 
motorbike). After I went up to Hull Uni in October '67, I never saw Nij 
again, but I did meet a very good school friend of his at a recent Old 
Boys' annual dinner (he remembered the group:) 
Keith "Lurch" Baker and Roger Beeston: Keith and Roger were 
supporters of the band. "Lurch" as we called him, had no transport but 
Roger was one of the few Sixth Formers who owned a car! and, of 
course, with our paltry amount of equipment, we didn't need a transit 
van, a car was perfectly big enough, even for Razz's drumkit: I suppose 
you could say Roger was our "road manager" but really he was just a 
mate helping out. Apart from Roger, everybody connected with the group was scooter, motorbike, cycle or walk!