I remember the coffee bars on Burton Street. In my last year at Becket (1958) a few of us would go downstairs (I think at the El Toreador although it could have been the 49) and plugged in the Dansette with a lead to the ceiling light socket. Cheaper than a juke box! Quite daring for Becket boys.
When therewas a fuss about Lady Chatterleys Lover a few years later we queued to get a copy and took it to read at the coffee bar. Quite risque in those days.