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Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Mercury Theatre: then & now.

Above squats The Mercury Theatre as it was in the 1950s, and how it looks now in its present guise of unaffordable housing. Opened in 1933, the place was a small but venerable thesp-cranny, frequented by the likes of Eliot, Auden and O'Neill. But you don't care about all that, do ye? Oh no. And, I'm afraid to say, neither do I, because the most interesting thing about this place is, of course, that the Beatles fannied about with a parrot here during the Mad Day Out:

Having bade the bird and its wrangler a teary farewell, they proceeded to go berserk, smashing a sign off the wall and taking it outside, for some reason (or something):

The drainpipe remains:

...as do one or two other things.

More guff to follow, at some point (some of which may even be related to the ostensible subject of this blog).


  1. You, sir, are the master; the font of all knowledge arcane. Any idea who led them to this theatre?

  2. Great pictures! The Mad Day Out is such a nice thing to search pics from. Hundreds available on the Internet, but making/finding and posting them together like these are perfect! Thanks