Mrs Porrits

A Memory of Farsley.

Mrs Porrit's dance hall!  That's a name to stir memories.  Saturday nights at Mrs Porrit's, strict tempo dancing with just a spot of rock and roll, no drinking in the coverted chapel and an old black and white telly in a back room where the lads disappeared to watch wrestling.
What happened to the IN-CROWD who quickstepped, foxtrotted and waltzed until a minute to midnight, then back home to bed to think about the girl you should have chatted-up but didn't have the bottle?
Regards to all
Pete.