For years and years a friend of mine retained an advertising flyer for a cabaret at the Villiers (with one of the principal performers being Bobby Bennett who presented that appalling TV show “Junior Showtime”...anyone remember him/that?) which indicated that this extravaganza could be witnessed at “The Cock Inn, Villiers Hotel”.
Another poster mentioned the performance of Ian Gillan at the Lido; his band being simply “Gillan”. There were many (advertising) posters around Douglas at the time, including one on the wall at the foot of the slope up to the Lido itself, encouraging the public to see “Gillian”.
I was present at another “Cock Inn” show on another occasion (early 70s) when a bloke and his girlfriend arrived late during the comedian’s set (bad move). They made their way to some vacant seats by edging right past the front of the stage (worse move). The guy was wearing a very nasty looking plastic faux-leather jacket. As they passed him, the comedian said to the girlfriend “Dunno why you’re out with that cheapskate, tell him they also make those jackets in leather”. At which point the boyfriend leapt onto the stage, grabbed the comedian and hurled him through the curtain at the back of the stage. Pandemonium ensued. There were no bouncers as such, so a managerial type in a tux grappled with the assailiant, then the bar staff joined in and, adding a marvellous surreal comedy to the whole episode, a chef in full kitchen garb, complete with tall chef hat, emerged from the back of the stage, assisted the comedian to his feet (he was down and out a good 60 seconds) grabbed the punter by the hair and dragged him out of the room. It was absolutely fantastic stuff. If it happened today in the iPhone camera world it’d have 20 million hits on YouTube inside a month.