Albert Hilton and The Hotels
aka The Hotels
aka Greasy Aberto Hilton and The Purple Friends
aka Hotel
aka Effin Hotels
aka Albert Goes To Hollinwood
aka The Fun-boy Foursome
aka L'Hote

Information courtesy Les Chadstone

Line-up included  
Les Chadstone lead
Dicko Barratt bass/vocals
Steve "Chippy" Walmer drums
Harry Blue rhythm/vocals
Greg Fillorrie


Ian Andrew Boy Geoge Angryson keyboards
Tommy Herbert lead banjo
Eric Clapton typo

The group were formed in junior school at Heald Place County Primary Junior Infant School near Platt Fields around 1960 by myself and Steve Sinclair, who at the time was a year older than me. 

Our teacher, Mr Clitheroe, had suggested the school start up a skiffle group and assisted us by providing us with a room to practice in. 

It was hard, thirsty work sussing out both the chords, so unknown to the milk-monitor, bottles of milk were hidden away from morning break, so that we could have refreshments while we practiced.

After a short time, we added Steve (who only had a tambourine and a couple of biscuit tins) on drums and Harry, who Mr Clitheroe suggested as he had been the best singer in the school choir (although not a competent guitarist).

Albert Hilton and The Hotels Skiffle Group's first boking at the
St. John's Junior School Summer Fete, Quarrybank, near Irlam.

With supportive parents and a regular practice room, we were soon building up our repertoire to include Rock Island Line, Cumberland Gap, Kentucky Starlight and Don't dig my blue jeans, daddy-oh.  For a short time, we added Steve Hoskiss on piano but  he soon left due the impractability of lugging a piano on the bus to get to bookings.  We did try alternatives, including only doing bookings serviced by the number 53 bus and carrying a piano on top of Dicko's dads Ford Anglia but

it needed constant tuning after arrival at a booking.  And so did the piano.

We needed a name and Mr Clitheroe came up trumps again, naming us after a hotel he had once walked past on a day trip to far off London.  None of us had even heard of London but we liked the name - it was like other group names at the time - like Freddie and the Hermits, Pete and the Pulsators and Billy and The Heroes. It was in keeping with current trends, we thought.

Back down to a four piece, we started to get a good following at the local clubs and record hops - St Andrews, St Lukes (regulars there), St Bernadines and The Left Wing Tea Bar in Mosely Street (later to become the Wagon Wheel - now much smaller and not as big as it was when we were kids). Like most groups we auditioned for the local agents and club owners - often playing for free. Sometimes, even less.

Parents were very supportive and assisted us by signing HP deals at Renos for new equipment. Luckily they had a sale on at the time. When we couldn't afford to pay, we shopped at Jimmy Streethouse. We were playing all the well known instrumentals plus the occasional vocal featuring Harry.  Although only 15, Dicko had just got re-married and the constant bookings were having a negative effect on his wife and the twins, so he had to leave. He was replaced at first by Greg Fillerie and then by Tommy Herbert.  Tommy was a great addition to the group - his dad had a taxi and his sister was very friendly.

This meant we got regular rides plus, of course, with his dad having a taxi, we could travel further afield, playing in Moston, Higher Blackley and once in Chorlton-cum-Hardy.

But then came The Beatles and that changed everything.

Gone were the Shadows songs in our repertoire and in came all the Beatle songs we could play - "Long Tall Sally", "Twist and Shout" and "Ferry across the Mersey".

We changed our stage name to The Hotels - much more in keeping with the current trends.

We also started wearing suits on stage, copying the Beatle suits as much as we could.  They were made on Alexandra Road by Abe Baggs, who for a short time became our manager.  Once we had got the discount off him, he was replaced by Tommy's mum, Dora, who had a phone.

By now, Tommy's dad no longer had the taxi, we had stopped using the bus to get to bookings and had got our own hand-cart to carry the equipment to local bookings, such as the Manchester City Social Club, where we got 50% of door takings (before wages for bar staff, rates, repainting the stadium and player wages had been deducted).  Some nights the management were nice enough to let us off the money we owed for playing.

For more distant bookings such as Ardwick Green and Droylsden, pushing the hand-cart was proving too much of a strain on Dora, so we did the right thing  - and sacked her.  Our new manager could push the hand-cart all the way to town, dropping us off at Barratts of Manchester, Cardiff and Preston so we could chat with other musicians and drummers.

One of the most amazing stories ever was when we went into Reno's and got out without buying something. I think there was a sale on at the time. Great times.  We used to go to all the Manchester music shops - Barratts for guitars and strings, Mameloks for our drum-kits and mikes and Jimmy Streethouse for anything we needed to steal. 

We carried on like this for years, playing at all the top Liberal Clubs in Greater Manchester. By now we had our own van, a trannie (she/he was our roadie) and had cut down on the Beatles material to reflect the music of the times - White Plains, The Nolans and Peters and Lee.  Musically we were leaving the audiences behind (and on one night in Bacup, we also left the drummer behind).

Our hair was now longer, the Beatle suits were sent to Biafra to help poor groups there who couldn't afford stage suits and we were starting to experience a musical freedom we had been yearning for.  We were no longer a group, we were a band. 

We had tried Flour Power, dressing in black suits with black ties and little black bowler hats - then we found out it was FLOWER power, so stole our mum's best dresses and played at the Magic Village - changing our name to Greasy Aberto Hilton and The Purple Friends - much more in keeping with current trends.

It didn't last long - we had tripped too many times, mainly due to those bloody sandals we had bought in the Timpson closing down sale.  I was totally into the scene and had a freak-out one night - she was a real weirdo (but when you wear your mums dress on stage, you should be grateful for anything).

But the music scene was getting heavier.

The heavy scene was great - we went back to our old manager Abe Baggs, who made us Beatle suits in demin, again at a discount.  Sadly we had to abandon Abe once more, coincidently shortly after paying the first and only instalment on the discounted suits.

We were out-Quoing the Quo!  Head down, legs apart and thrusting our hips to impress everyone around (and that was just in the urinals). We changed our name back to The Hotels, much more in keeping with the current trends.

By now, we had replaced the old hand-cart with a second hand 6 wheel transit we bought from Salford cabaret superstars, Bitter Wheelbarrow.  Sadly, one of the six wheels was the steering wheel, so it was a bit iffy on corners.  It was the real deal - state of the art cassette player (will they ever improve on that?), aircraft seats originally used by Zeppelin (Hindenburg not Led) and windows that opened so you could spit outside if you wanted.

But our cosy existence was to be disturbed by one of the biggest challenges we had yet to face.  Harry had been with us since the early days but it was now time for him to move on - we wanted keyboards not a rhythm guitarerer.  Out he went and in came our keyboard virtuoso - Ian Andrew Boy Geoge Angryson.

Was he good?  You bet!  Our sound became enormous - his banks of keyboards filled our sound out (and the stage and the van) and we were starting to cover the The Nice, ELP and Moody Blues (the group, not City fans - sorry Keith, too good to miss). 

Our audiences were treated to 3 hour versions of the Moodies' "Nights in White Saccarin" and Emerson's "The Three Piece Suite"  - interruped only for Bingo breaks and the changing of the drummer's incontinence pad.

But we were losing our direction.  The search for polyphonic perfection was too draining - carrying the bloody C3 up the stairs to the Cellar bar at Openshaw Trades Club was just too much.  We wanted to get back to our roots, yearning for a simpler time when 2 chords was enough for anyone.  And then we discovered the Punk Revolution.

We changed our name to Cancelled - but no one ever showed up to our gigs. Try again.

We changed our name to The Effin Hotels - much more in keeping with the current trends. We wanted to be free from the rip-off music establishment and get back to a time when music was simple and we played what we wanted. Out went our keyboardist and back in came Harry on quitar and spitoon (stolen from Yates Wine Lodge).

Out went the denim and in came plastic bags held together by safety pins - cheap but the drummer prefered the more standard drum cases he was used to.

We were spat at, had things thrown at us and the language was awful but we persevered - a group of pensioners wasn't going to stop us find true musical freedom.

But it was the same old rip-off scene we had experienced before. Fed up with "the establishment" we decided to revolutionise the music scene and created our own look - one that was going to get us noticed by the big record producers in Wigan but it was all cruelly stolen from us by one our support groups, the Sex Pistols (a country and western group from New Zealand, featuring 5 banjo players and a yodeller). Ripped off again. My message to them "I remember you."

Disheartened by this, it all came to a sad end when Harry, fuelled with a dangerous mixture of Vimto and Iron Brew totally tripped out and was caught stealing from B and Q.  The band could not take any more and he was shown the door.  He admitted stealing it and was asked to leave. He didn't take offence.  Just the door.

For a time, the band just floundered.  Gigs slowed down (well he is over 40 - will he ever be a manager?) and the band started to disintegrate. 

To try to keep going, we changed our musical style many times to keep up with current musical trends. We changed our name to Albert Goes To Hollinwood and hovered on the edge of the Gay Scene.  Not what we were into such things but more in keeping with current trends. Please don't think I am homophobic - I am certainly not, although I suspect my husband is.

In the Two-Tone era, we added a tone-deaf fat, balding guy who couldn't play sax very well (now employed as the Manchesterbeat webmaster) and went out playing ska as Albert Kay and The Originals.  Our single Rudie is a Sootie was the most played record in Folkestone for over 3 days.

To keep up with current trends, we called decided on another name change - calling ourselves The Fun-boy Foursome, oddly keeping the same gay scene following and gigs we got as Albert Goes To Hollinwood.

We tried the cabaret circuit for a time as Les Hotels featuring Albertha - working the Mecca circuit but our heart wasn't in it and the audiences saw right through us.  And, thanks to those funny blue lights that show up your dandruff, they also saw through the very nice chiffon dress I had bought from C & A.  I thought the socks in my bra were enough to maintain the illusion but the game was up and it was back to being Albert.

We then discovered Glam Rock, which rekindled our interest in performing but it was to be short lived - especially as it was 1996, some twenty years after the glitter boom. By then Glam was so out of fashion there were only six versions of The Sweet still on tour ...

Sadly, with gigs down to one a month, the band split and members went their own ways.

  • Dicko decided to live the life of a Hermit - he can be found constantly singing "Mrs Brown, you've got a lovely daughter" over and over again. Sadly, there's little chance of a proper job - he don't know much about history, don't know much biology, don't know much about science book, don't know much about the French I took. He must be a bit thick (although he never did claim to be an 'A' student). And they say its a wonderful world.  I think he's just gone on a seacruise with my sentimental friend, Dandy.
  • Harry became a successful businessman, selling cheap chinese imports on Ebay, with a no returns policy. In his spare time, he still gigs - billed as Harry Blue - the only man in Manchester not to have played in Dwayne Fanta and the Gutbusters.  Not true, of course, there's a man in Walkden ...
  • Tommy continued to play - digging out his old Beatle suit and working 7 shows a night in Tenerife. He ran off with my wife of over 25 years.  I speak to him every day - great chap.
  • Greg became an agent and we haven't spoken since.
  • I became a star in Bollywood movies, using the stage name Jasmin Rice Crackers

But then, in 2003, it all changed.

I had been writings songs for some time with very little success - until one of my songs was accepted for the Cleethorpes International Song Festival.  It was time for a reunion to perform the chosen song "Eyup, eyup, down Wigan way" (also known as The Lyin' Sheep Tonight and covered thirty years before I wrote it by Salfordian yodellers The Karl Denton Duo) under our new name L'Hote - much more in keeping with the current trends.

We practiced the song and the new stage routines, once again contacting Abe to create a Beatle suit that could have the trousers ripped off to reveal Beatle shorts underneath.  He agreed and they looked just fab on us.  Almost worth paying for ... almost.

But the rest is history. 

After placing third, behind entries from Upper Volta and Sardinia, the band now works the luxury cruise ships that run between Birkenhead and Irlam. Our repertoire includes hits of the 60s, 70s and 80s - old enough for people to have fogotten how they should sound.

Its a great life - lots of travel, we get to meet interesting people and the money is regular - enough to finally pay off those HP debts at Reno's.

We also go out on the Golden Oldies Tours, performing as The Supremes. Sometimes we do get asked which one of us is Diana Ross, which we find quite insulting.  We may not be quite the original members but our link to the original group is quite strong - our roadie saw them on tv more than once and I bought a second hand copy of their first album from Shudehill market some years ago. Stronger, in fact, than some of the other band members on the tour.

We are now down to a three piece having replaced our loyal drummer of 40 something years with a drum machine.  It was a hard thing to do and we thanked him extensively for his friendship and comraderie over the years.  Sadly, he didn't even reply to the email.

You just can't understand some people.

UPDATE - March 2017

We had tried to make it in the biz by contantly gigging and doing it the hard way. It had left us broken men - empty shells that had lost the will to live.

And then came ... Britain's Got Talent or BGT as those of us in the industry call it.

It was a great feeling to finally be on the telly.  OK it was only an audition but we finally felt we were going somewhere!  We were! Up the M6!

We loaded up the gear into our Fiat 500 band wagon and sped off into the night for our audition in a major London theatre.  We passed Trafalgar Square, Bond Street and finally the Old Kent Road.  We didn't pass Go, which was a problem as we could have done with the 200 quid for petrol money. How we longed to meet Simon Cowell and the other judges.  We had rehearsed to perfection.  Not the music but the things we could say to the judges to get their favour.

I was to say that I had just had a heart transplant, whilst the others were to admit to leprosy, gall stones and losing their dad three years before they were born.

Walking out in front of so many people brought back memories of past gigs - Smelly Paper Mill in Bury, the Three Trades Hall, Uncle Toms Carboot in Little Hulton... so many memories.  The show's two jovial geordies were great fun, although we couldn't really understand them.  Once the stage had been cleared of dog pee from a previous act, Berryl and her Border Collies, we were on.

We strutted our stuff, the judges loved us - each gave us a big kiss almost straight away.  We just loved those big red X's lighting up over our heads.  The crowd loved us much more than the previous act.  They must have been awful as the crowd were still booing them while we were on.

But the show doesn't really have the credibility we are seeking so we refused to appear again.

UPDATE - Watch this space!

Me in my new Beatle jacket

The Hotels - heavier than the Gravel Band

Me, playing at the Filmore, West Gorton   -
supporting Foo Foo Greene and The Fwerks.

I became a star in Bollywood movies, using the stage name Jasmin Rice Crackers

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Topic: Albert Hilton
Ethel Clump says...
I think I remember seeing you play or perhaps it was another group.
2nd June 2014 8:38pm
Eric Schnoddy says...
Remember them well - they played in front of The Duke of York. Great pub - wonder why they weren't allowed in.
2nd June 2014 8:39pm
Ethel says...
Didn't the lead guitarist have a two string guitar at one stage? I wonder what happened to the rest of the hiltons?
3rd July 2017 9:31pm
Les Pauline says...
You have a great memory. Yes, he did have two strings at one stage. On all the others, it was just one. A G string.
3rd July 2017 9:50pm
Albert Hilton says...
Hi fans! If your read my story proper-like, I mentioned wot happened to the others. Sorry I can't update nuffin as I am really busy at the moment, writing songs for a new Gilbert O'Sullivan EP and recording a new so low album "Live at ... Read More
3rd July 2017 9:55pm
Ethel says...
Sorry Albert yes you did mention the others but due to me taking a direct hit on the head from a doodlebug in world war 3 I forget a lot of things , do you think that young tussle haired bobby charlton will play for England?
4th July 2017 12:19am
Albert Hilton says...
Ethel ... is that you? I fondly remember the times we shared together in the Commer. So sorry about the knock on the head - that must be the reason you have forgotten about the 14 shillings and 9 pence I lent you to get home from our booking at the ... Read More
4th July 2017 9:05am
Sid (Manchester) says...
Didn't the hiltons perform on c and a's roof in 1969 I remember Albert getting vertigo and had to have a firemans lift down the ladder ?
13th July 2017 5:44pm
Albert Hilton (Bairnsdale) says...
I remember that gig well, Sid. We were promoting a demo disc we made in a small recording booth on Victoria Station, next to that machine you pointed the arrow to, pressed the lever and it punched out letters on a small metal thingie. Our set list ... Read More
13th July 2017 11:17pm
Sid (Manchester) says...
Golly (am I allowed to say that nowadays) what a memory Albert ,those heady days of five park Drive and Vimto didn't do any harm to your memory , your one mistake well apart from the trawlermans club fiasco, was as you'll no doubt remember ... Read More
14th July 2017 1:36pm
Janet Shufflebottom says...
I remember you guys really well. I was the milk monitor and knew what was going on. I did report it to the Headmistress everytime it happened but nothing was done. When I saw you at Higher Fold Labour Club in the late 70s, I told everyone about the ... Read More
2nd June 2014 8:39pm
Les Peru says...
I remember dancing to them at the Haslingden Glue Factory Sports and Social Club in 1963. I met my future wife there. Its probably their fault. B**stards.
2nd June 2014 8:40pm
Dwayne Montana says...
Great act - worked with them at Salford Community Housing benefit night. Blew my band off the stage!
31st March 2016 8:36pm
Les Chadstone says...
Yes, the roadies buggered up the pyrotechnics. Hope they are better now
31st March 2016 8:42pm
Paul MCartnee says...
Saw them on the zebra crossing on Regent Road. Not sure if Albert was wearing shoes at the time - made me think he had been replaced by an alien bass player. Which is odd, as he was the singist.
31st March 2016 8:39pm
Herman garrity says...
I can remember Albert being run out of Grimsby for saying the hiltons were more famous than cod
3rd April 2016 4:35am
Kathy Kirkby says...
I remember it well. I burnt all their business cards to show them Hilton chappies how disgusted I was. Possibly as a result of their years of vinegar-fuelled debauchery in fish and chip shops along the entire North West and Atherton, I remember ... Read More
3rd April 2016 8:35am
Dash Riprock says...
I was the head mouse catcher at the free trade hall in the sixties,I was there that night when Albert switched from electric guitar to stylophone,cries of judas from everyone
3rd April 2016 10:54pm
Judith Newcastle says...
I was Alberts backing singer at the free trade hall gig ,for all these years I thought the audience were shouting for me not judas.
4th April 2016 8:05pm
John Lemon says...
Didn't their drummist record an album called "Sentimental Gurney"?
3rd April 2016 8:38am
Walker Pringles says...
Wasn't the drummer given a stage name because he used to wear those Hoola Hoop snacks on his fingers?

If I remember rightly, they called him "idiot".
2nd July 2017 11:03pm
Noelle Gally-grrrrrrrr says...
What an amazing read - I had no idea Manchester had any groups until we invented them in the eighties.
4th April 2016 3:43pm
Nee Trembler says...
Are the group still performing? I would like to go and see them as I think they are fab.
2nd July 2017 4:14pm
Paul and Harry Ryanair says...
They are currently on tour. I found this flyer in my latest copy of Old Gits Weekly.image
2nd July 2017 10:57pm
Gladys Kay nee tremble (Manchester) says...
The thing about the hiltons was they always did things different to other groups at the time ,when they were staying at a very nice hotel they actually ( instead of wrecking the room) decorated it , tom the occasional bagpipe player was a decorator ... Read More
19th July 2017 10:20am
Pete the leak says...
Last week in only what can be described as a heavy downpour, I was waiting at a bus stop soaked to the skin when this Bentley pulled up the and a familiar face popped through the window yes it was Albert he said"you on your way home Pete"? I said ... Read More
2nd July 2017 7:02pm
Ayup Arkidd says...
Well bugger me (a quaint term that identifies my northern heritage, rather than a request to readers), I were there that night. Hell of a stink and anger on a scale I had not witnessed since Alma Cogan turned up for a show. The Mormon Fish Guild ... Read More
2nd July 2017 8:45pm
Martin George says...
Hello chaps. Just before recording a load of no hoper scouse gits, I was asked to test the Hotels for a record deal at Woad Abbey Studios. They were jolly good and should have been superstars. One of the songs they recorded "Love me Pru" was ... Read More
2nd July 2017 11:09pm
Phil Roberts (Manchester) says...
Who could forget the benefit gigs you performed, raising funds to provide Chieftan Tanks to send to the Cod War ? any chance of a tv special ?
15th July 2017 11:17am
Albert Hilton (Bairnsdale, Australia) says...
Fond memories, Phil. We were asked by the Duke of Cumberland to set up a fundraiser for the lads at sea. Why not, we thought, its our favourite pub and they always treat us well by giving us the out of date pork scratchings and the occasional packet ... Read More
15th July 2017 11:58am
Stig joannson (Manchester) says...
The fundraising is one of the many reasons you are not welcome in Iceland having said that Tesco have already barred you and the hiltons,
15th July 2017 5:23pm
Albert Hilton (Bairnsdale) says...
Stig - I am afraid you have us confused with William Shakespeare. Wasn't he bard? Mind you, we understand the confusion as me and the Hiltons wrote some great songs.  Who can forget the lyrics of a song what we wrote for our drummist, Bingo, ... Read More
17th July 2017 12:49pm
Will Grundy (Granadaland Salford) says...
I have been trying to get the group on my "Spleen at 6.30" program for sometime.
19th July 2017 7:17am
Stig joannson (Manchester) says...
I remember a gig you did at the Domino club you had top spot,
19th July 2017 9:22am

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