The Bay Hotel, Gourock

Thanks to Roddy Mackenzie for posting this ticket to Facebook. What a place it was! Passing bands got paid a minimal amount to play a gig to a bunch of teenagers bussed up from Greenock to The Bay Hotel, a golfer's paradise in Gourock, by its philanthropic owner. There was an ice making machine in the upstairs lobby that plopped quietly and relentlessly, and shoe-polishing machine.
We did this gig with Helen and the Horns, playing to a bunch of cavorting teenagers who certainly looked drunk, although they couldn't possibly have been (ask Roddy: he was there).
Bands got to eat as much as they wanted, and drink as much as they wanted.
After the teenagers were bussed home at bedtime, we sat up all night at the bar. Chris, our trumpet player, pulled the concertina-like plastic plant watering tubes out of the tubs of ferns, and serenaded up all with farty trumpet noises. We all talked nonsense, endlessly, before me and my then partner went up to the Honeymoon Suite where we'd been billeted, drank a bottle of champagne and got into the jacuzzi. I believe I may have thrown up in the jacuzzi, but that might just be a rumour.
Oh dear: rock'n'roll times and rock'n'roll stories!