She dragged a blue trunk out of the stockroom. 'Don't open it till you get home. Inside's for you to wear as Madame Galina. Thrilled you've got yourself that London residency.' At Murray's Cabaret Club. 'My aunt forbade us girls ever to go on to Murray's in the sixties. "Filth goes in there! The Krays, that Keeler monstrosity. Filth!".'
One Blackpool landlady led me across the road to listen at the open window of a rival's establishment:
So, go visualise!