Rough pub stories
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Tyre Smoke said:
Used to be a flat roof pub in Bedminster, Bristol just down the road from Ashton Gate called unsurprisingly The Robin. Always looked as rough as a badger's behind. Particularly on match days.
Seems it's gone now, this would have been 2003/4 I guess.
Has it gone?! I never drive that way now. I remember what it was like on a match day!Seems it's gone now, this would have been 2003/4 I guess.
MC Bodge said:
littlebasher said:
Where is this architectural wonder?
I can almost smell what it would be like inside.
thole, we used to win the quiz every Sunday night to piss the locals off. How we never got our head kicked in I don’t know!£1.05 a pint of trophy bitter, ahh, happy days!
bristolracer said:
Seen a couple of Bristol ones mentioned.
On a different level theres also the Three Blackbirds and the Black Swan on Stapleton road, both have made the national headlines for murders and shootings.
Thay are the hang out of the local Yardies, who get visits from rival yardie gangs from Birmingham and Manchester, if negotiations break down arguments are settled with guns.
In the late 80's the Three Blackbirds was my local as I lived with my Grandparents in Oxford Place, it was ok then but I would not like to visit it now fook me.On a different level theres also the Three Blackbirds and the Black Swan on Stapleton road, both have made the national headlines for murders and shootings.
Thay are the hang out of the local Yardies, who get visits from rival yardie gangs from Birmingham and Manchester, if negotiations break down arguments are settled with guns.
Miss millies has been replaced by a piri piri place.
But the Lebeqs Tavern at the bottom of Stapleton Road was a no go even back then.
Edited by Allanv on Tuesday 7th July 14:36
PPEhero said:
Lotus Notes said:
I give you Brambles Farm Hotel Middlesbrough..
Not doing so well now
There was a pub in Holbrooks, Coventry whereby the local nutter wanted to play pool with his new mate (me..) and subsequently picked the black ball up and put it in the pocket, the locals just backed-off and let us play
It's funny that growing up in these cities makes you street wise.. I feel pretty safe in most places (..except Mexico City where the cost of human life is not so great)
Think I may of frequented that establishment when I was younger. Was it up the top end of Middlesborough road, take a right turn off heading out of Boro’? Not doing so well now
There was a pub in Holbrooks, Coventry whereby the local nutter wanted to play pool with his new mate (me..) and subsequently picked the black ball up and put it in the pocket, the locals just backed-off and let us play
It's funny that growing up in these cities makes you street wise.. I feel pretty safe in most places (..except Mexico City where the cost of human life is not so great)
MC Bodge said:
red_slr said:
The whole estate around that area next to the flats has been or is in the process of being demolished. The flats are being refurbished too.
Weaste Lane is full of student lets now and there is a lot of new build at the top end. The Willows is gone. Not anything like what it was like in the 80-90s now.
A mate of mine went into a pub in Weaste in the 90s with some of his uni mates. Upon entry, a man asked, "what are you doing in here, lads?"Weaste Lane is full of student lets now and there is a lot of new build at the top end. The Willows is gone. Not anything like what it was like in the 80-90s now.
"We've come for a pint", one answered.
"Er, no you haven't, lads" he replied, as she shepherded them back out of the door.
It was probably for the best.
Il have a pint of lager in a half pint glass...
Queen Inn, Primrose Hill Street, Coventry
Primrose Hill in Cov isn't quite as nice the one in London.
Watching a couple of locals leave their pints, pick up a baseball bats they had in a large sports bag, beat the hell out of someone walking up the hill (they were watching the street). After which they return to the pub and continued drinking, telling me I hadn't seen anything and should leave now. I didn't need telling twice.
Primrose Hill in Cov isn't quite as nice the one in London.
Watching a couple of locals leave their pints, pick up a baseball bats they had in a large sports bag, beat the hell out of someone walking up the hill (they were watching the street). After which they return to the pub and continued drinking, telling me I hadn't seen anything and should leave now. I didn't need telling twice.
Edited by Fittster on Tuesday 7th July 15:16
RammyMP said:
MC Bodge said:
littlebasher said:
Where is this architectural wonder?I can almost smell what it would be like inside.
thole, we used to win the quiz every Sunday night to piss the locals off. How we never got our head kicked in I don’t know!£1.05 a pint of trophy bitter, ahh, happy days!
It has been a s
thole for as long as I remember. My mates went in there once after watching a United home game and I was laughing my head off listening to their description.Tins of Stella being served from a box behind the bar, a bloke with jamjar lenses so thick they thought he must have been able to see into the future and the 'cock of Gleadless Valley' turning up with some sort of mankiller fighting dog on a thick chain with everyone falsely laughing at what he was saying as they were all so scared of him.
To be fair Sheffield has\had many more pubs like that.
That was another delightful establishment in one of Sheffield's poshest districts, Norfolk Park
If eventually lost it's licence after someone died in there and his mates, thinking he had passed out shaved his head and took photos of him holding a sex doll.
If eventually lost it's licence after someone died in there and his mates, thinking he had passed out shaved his head and took photos of him holding a sex doll.
PPEhero said:
Lotus Notes said:
I give you Brambles Farm Hotel Middlesbrough..
Not doing so well now
There was a pub in Holbrooks, Coventry whereby the local nutter wanted to play pool with his new mate (me..) and subsequently picked the black ball up and put it in the pocket, the locals just backed-off and let us play
It's funny that growing up in these cities makes you street wise.. I feel pretty safe in most places (..except Mexico City where the cost of human life is not so great)
Think I may of frequented that establishment when I was younger. Was it up the top end of Middlesborough road, take a right turn off heading out of Boro’? Not doing so well now
There was a pub in Holbrooks, Coventry whereby the local nutter wanted to play pool with his new mate (me..) and subsequently picked the black ball up and put it in the pocket, the locals just backed-off and let us play
It's funny that growing up in these cities makes you street wise.. I feel pretty safe in most places (..except Mexico City where the cost of human life is not so great)
https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@54.5688784,-1.19854...
I had a summer job nearby when I was a student at Teesside Poly and popped in for a pint once in a while, never had any bother though.
wormus said:
Bushy’s IOM TT 1997. It was before they turned it into an office block. Really rough and I remember walking into the toilet to find a biker face down on the floor, passed out in half an inch of piss from the leaking urinals. Very lairy back in those days.
I can 100% confirm this - I was actually at the TT in 1997 as a fresh-faced 18 year old with my dad and we had a few nights in Bushy's - horrible place. We stayed with my dad's mate on a council estate near Douglas and there was a local pub on there which I think was called The Manor. That was sketchy as hell too - good laugh though.
I've got another one actually which was a bit of a random one.
The next village along from where I used to live had what was known all around as a real dodgy pub and we all used to hate going on Monday nights to play pool against them. There were some real headcases in there.
My mate worked behind the bar for a few weeks and he said one night a guy came in with a plastic bag full of tinnies, sat at the bar and started drinking them. When my mate told him he couldn't do that, this chap pulled out an axe and placed it on the bar and didn't say anything else. He stayed where he was and carried on.
A few months later, someone was murdered in there and it was demolished shortly after that. Grim.
https://www.lancashiretelegraph.co.uk/news/6032768...
The next village along from where I used to live had what was known all around as a real dodgy pub and we all used to hate going on Monday nights to play pool against them. There were some real headcases in there.
My mate worked behind the bar for a few weeks and he said one night a guy came in with a plastic bag full of tinnies, sat at the bar and started drinking them. When my mate told him he couldn't do that, this chap pulled out an axe and placed it on the bar and didn't say anything else. He stayed where he was and carried on.
A few months later, someone was murdered in there and it was demolished shortly after that. Grim.
https://www.lancashiretelegraph.co.uk/news/6032768...
rastapasta said:
There was a pub in a town near where Im from not far from the Irish Border (for context) and it was taken over by a guy who looked like a tall version of a strung out Carl Fogarty. He decided to 'add value' to his new enterprise by offering entertainment and a taxi service all 'in house'. Anyway the entertainment involved throwing out the corner snug and putting a pole in it for the Polish barmaid to hang off in her skinnies. He then would bring anyone around late enough home in the back of the Ford Granada hearse he bought with the name of the pub on the side. The pub was rough looking but actually fairly benign. He'd never serve under age so it was mostly trouble free.
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