Just in case you were wondering where my Twitter and blog name comes from, may I introduce the Bonito Club…
In 1966, when I was seven years old, we sailed on a four week voyage to the UK on the liner Canberra. I don’t remember much else about being seven, but I think I remember every detail of those four weeks.
I know I felt very grown up when I went down to the children’s sitting in the restaurant where I got to order whatever I wanted from the menu. I ordered savoury mince, mashed potatoes and chips for lunch and dinner every single day for 4 weeks. I also remember that lunch was called “luncheon” and the chips were called “chipped potatoes”, which even then I thought was terribly posh.
We were down the back of the ship in tourist class, but one morning I got together with a friend and we snuck across to first class. It was all thick carpets and dark wood panelling, and high up on the games deck overlooking the first class pool there was a fantastic night club called the “Bonito Club”.
This postcard, from a set of interior photos sold on board the ship, described it as “During the day a place to relax after a dip in the pool. At night a gay rendezvous for music and dancing.”
“Step inside from the pool area and you will find a gay, romantic atmosphere. Light filters down from the glass ceiling through honeycombed cells, and the tables have their own inner radiance glowing softly through translucent tops. Spotlighted against a richly-coloured aboriginal mural, the orchestra plays, summoning the dancers onto the smooth, sprung dance floor.“
Wouldn’t it be nice to go back to 1966, just for one night?