Ahh... what a great place to start your clubbing adventures!
The Stringfellow brothers all had a hand in Down Broadway. Geoff and Peter and their younger brother who's name escapes me! However, as you waited in the queue outside going up High Street toward the Cathedral, all you could hear were the strains of some fantastic soul records. Usually Junior Walker's "How Sweet it is" or "Roadrunner". Then, your turn to pay and go in, get your hand stamped for the passout (A green ink four leaf clover stamp as I recall, and down the stairs into the heaving club. To the left was the dancefloor, usually packed and with a little stage with DJ booth in the right hand corner. To the right a "diner" type area and small coffe bar. It was only soft drinks and tea and coffee. If you wanted alcohol you had to go out and round the back to the "Dove and Rainbow" for a pint or two before going back in.
Once saw Arthur Conley there and because it was heaving and nearly got crushed I vowed never to go to a live gig there again.
At one time I used to go every night with my mate, Mick Jones. Sometimes the "elite" dancers used to get up on stage and do their "stuff". Heard some fantastic records there and spent most of my adult life chasing them as a vynil collector.