Mods and rockers 50 years on since Clacton 'invasion'

While some eyewitnesses said they saw fights in Clacton in 1964, others said they simply had a day of fun on the beach
Shirley Hall remembers Clacton 1964 as a day out with friends at the seaside. She went on to become a police woman
The fights at Clacton were followed by other skirmishes including the one photographed above in Margate in May, 1964
Shirley Hall (left) with her prized Vespa saw no "trouble" when she went to Clacton on Easter Saturday in 1964 (right)
Shirley Hall rode a custom-paint Vespa Sportique to Clacton for the Easter 1964 meet


Fifty years ago, England was invaded. At least, that’s what the headlines claimed.

The invaders? Fans of two-wheeled transport. They were the mods and the rockers who, if the media was right, were “roaring”, “rampaging” and hell-bent on “beating up” the seaside in an “orgy of hooliganism”. But was that really what happened?

Leather or sartorial elegance?

Strange as it might sound, if you were a teenager in 1964 this could well be the most serious question in your life.

Cow hide and motorbikes and you were a rocker. Opt for a designer suit and a scooter, and you were a mod (a compaction of ‘modernist’).

Half a century ago, these two groups descended on the Essex seaside town of Clacton over the same Easter weekend.

Whether or not the clashes amounted to the rioting portrayed by the media there were fights.

Some of them involved Alan Jones, a rocker brought up in Dagenham. Mr Jones, who now lives in Clacton, still has the bike he rode into the seaside town in 1964.

He said that Easter in Clacton was an explosion of troubles whose fuses had a long trail.

“I don’t know where the mods came from really,” he said. “They used to come down to our cafe and wanted to take it over.”

“So we used to beat them up and chuck their scooters in the river and all that lark.”

He added: “They wanted to be better than us and we weren’t going to stand for it.

“It had been going on behind the scenes and we knew there was this weekend coming up so we thought we would go and sort it out once and for all.

“We knew we were going down there for a rumble. We planned it and I think the mods planned it as well.”

And yes, he fought.

“I took on about three or four mods and I got a deck-chair over my head. It was just one of those things.

“We had to make our stand against the mods. And I think we won.”

Vehemently still a rocker, Mr Jones’s attitude towards the old foe has softened, not least as a result of practicalities.

“I don’t think I’d be fighting now if I met a mod. I’m 71,” he said.

If there were acts of violence that weekend, there were acts of kindness too.

Shirley Hall, a mod, rode into Clacton with a protective escort of rockers after they stopped to mend her scooter.

“The rockers helped me no end,” the 68-year-old said.

“Because I had to work until midday on the Saturday, my friends all went earlier. So I went to Clacton on my own and I had a nut come off my flywheel so I stopped.

“A group of about eight or nine rockers came and they were jeering and then one of them said, ‘It’s a bird’.

“I said hello and told them I was having a problem.”

The rockers stopped, fixed her scooter and then offered to escort her to Clacton.

“So there I was in the middle of them, a mod being escorted to Clacton by rockers.

“About a mile outside Clacton they told me to go in on my own because I wouldn’t want to be seen with rockers.”

But Mrs Hall, whose beloved £65 Vespa Sportique was later given to the fire service by her father to use for fire practice, has a very different memory of the clashes to Mr Jones.

Mods and rockers: the first teenagers?

Historian Dr Sean Lang, senior lecturer at Anglia Ruskin University, said: “Its difficult exactly where particular tastes or style of dress or taste in music came from, but in general terms what we can say is this is a feature of young people with a lot more money to spend than the generations before.

“In that sense this comes from post-war affluence. This is really what historians say is the creation of the teenager as a post-war phenomenon.

“You’ve got a lot of young people who have money to spend on themselves. They spend it on the clothes, the music, the scooter or the motorbike.”


What was it all about?

“There’s a certain tribalism, the sense of belonging by joining a particular group,” said Dr Sean Lang.

“It is about being an identifiable part of a group and taking pride in what is in effect a uniform. It is about badges of identity which, in a way, are not that different to national identity and military uniforms.

“It’s the nature of tribalism that you have to asset yourself and claim territory. The problem with the seaside towns was that they already had a reputation for having another side. It wasn’t always about holiday fun.

“We’ve got a bit of tribalism, we’ve got the rivalry you get, a little bit of claiming the territory coupled with, no doubt on occasion, with a little bit of incitement from people who wanted a good story. And maybe a few beers in the sunshine.

“It was part and parcel of the 1960s phenomenon of a group of young people being an assertive part of society which they hadn’t been previously. They were a significant new group in society. In that sense, even though the actual fighting was very short-lived, it has a greater significance.”





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  • I came from Hertfordshire to Clacton for the 64 meeting met a girl and stayed 2 years. I had a couple of jobs before working on the new sea wall along the sea front between Frinton and Holland on Sea. In the winter months there was Butlins Winter social Club for the locals youngsters, and a coffee bar in Wellesley Rd called the La Cassita, the picture house where M & S is now in West Ave. Yes there were a few fights but nothing like the Battle of Brighton. Things went wrong in my relationship with Linda so I returned to Hertfordshire, after my Mum died my partner sold her place, I sold up settled my Mums estate and we brought a bungalow just off the St. Osyth Rd 2 yrs ago. I’m 72 this year, we love Clacton, taking the dog for walks along the seafront, or to the park behind Clacton F. C. The fresh air, the Ship pub for Sunday lunches when the children and grandchildren come to visit, the friendly people, it hasn’t changed much. Funny enough I live near the cafe where the bikers used to meet in the 60s and they still do on most days but mainly the weekends. Our bungalow is our retirement home, we will be here until the grim reaper comes knocking, I hope he’s lost my address, I love it here, there are some great memories of 60s Clacton and it’s people.

    By David J. Saggers (02/08/2018)

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