Final Words On The Kardomah Café

I have posted previously about my teenage year visits to the Kardomah Café in Stanley Street in Liverpool. Many people doubted my memories stating that there was never a Kardomah in Stanley Street. I knew I had to be right because while sitting in the window of the café, I used to see the DJs from Radio City wandering up and down the road from the radio station which, back in those days, was situated in Stanley Street. Also, the Cherry Boys sang about sitting on their favourite stool in the window of the Kardomah Café while they watched the people drifting down Stanley Street. So I knew I couldn’t be wrong.

Then tonight, someone left a comment on my post which I had not even looked at for a while. It peaked my interest again and so I had yet another search around the internet and found a photograph (above). The photograph, so Snelly from Radio City says via Twitter, is the Kardomah Café on the corner of Stanley Street and Whitechapel. The fact that it was on the corner may well explain some of the confusion as to whether it was in Whitechapel or on Stanley Street.

As soon as I saw the photograph, I had one of those ‘Eureka Moments’ and all the memories came flooding back from the 1970s. I used to sit in that café on a Saturday morning waiting for friends to arrive. I remember those blinds in the windows with the stools in front of them where I would sit watching people drifting up and down the road. It is almost like I wrote the song.

The photograph may well be battered and torn but to me, it is worth its weight in gold. It really does bring back those teenage years and all the memories that go with them.

Thank you to whoever originally found it.

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Sitting on a stool by the window of the Kardomah Café.
Drinking the usual tea.
Watching the people drifting down Stanley Street.
Taking life as it goes by. From the Kardomah Café

Author: Dave Oxton

According to my parents, I was born in Birkenhead, Merseyside at a very early age, sometime in 1960. I have no recollection of these events, so I have always had to take their word for it.

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