Rough pub stories
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C70R said:
Ponpiman said:
rastapasta said:
TheJimi said:
1974nc said:
Greyhound pub - Sheffield. As a young man in his prime of around 18, me and 2 mates were invited by one of their dads to a ‘gentleman’s evening’
I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
Ok, I'll bite - what happened?I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
It's not that exciting...
BrickCounter said:
The Fellowship on Filton Avenue in Bristol. Never was a pub so unaptly named if you weren’t one of the locals.
On a sunny day you would close the car windows if you were waiting at a red traffic light outside.
This was a real rough place - packed with ex-cons; I had a good friend who worked there who told me about the biggest, most insane brawl he had ever seen between a dozen locals and a number of travellers. Sounded epic.On a sunny day you would close the car windows if you were waiting at a red traffic light outside.
cardigankid said:
C70R said:
Ponpiman said:
rastapasta said:
TheJimi said:
1974nc said:
Greyhound pub - Sheffield. As a young man in his prime of around 18, me and 2 mates were invited by one of their dads to a ‘gentleman’s evening’
I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
Ok, I'll bite - what happened?I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
It's not that exciting...
I suspect that the various gentlemen in attendance may have taken turns at sexual contact of one form or another with one or moe ladies employed for the evening, possibly in front of the other gentleman.
MC Bodge said:
cardigankid said:
C70R said:
Ponpiman said:
rastapasta said:
TheJimi said:
1974nc said:
Greyhound pub - Sheffield. As a young man in his prime of around 18, me and 2 mates were invited by one of their dads to a ‘gentleman’s evening’
I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
Ok, I'll bite - what happened?I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
It's not that exciting...
I suspect that the various gentlemen in attendance may have taken turns at sexual contact of one form or another with one or moe ladies employed for the evening, possibly in front of the other gentleman.
PopsandBangs said:
MC Bodge said:
cardigankid said:
C70R said:
Ponpiman said:
rastapasta said:
TheJimi said:
1974nc said:
Greyhound pub - Sheffield. As a young man in his prime of around 18, me and 2 mates were invited by one of their dads to a ‘gentleman’s evening’
I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
Ok, I'll bite - what happened?I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
It's not that exciting...
I suspect that the various gentlemen in attendance may have taken turns at sexual contact of one form or another with one or moe ladies employed for the evening, possibly in front of the other gentleman.
Like a handstand soixante-neuf?
Not exactly a rough pub, but seemed to be frequented by drug-dealers from a pub opposite in Fulham. I can't remeber the name of the pub but the barman was a very talented singer and did great covers of George Michael on karaoke might. One night a regular was about to go up to do a Police song and the actual police dashed in through the front door. They were looking for some dealers from the other pub. It made me chcukel when someone commented "Did someone request The Police?". They had to lock us in the pub until the miscreants were found - something that happened on a regular basis.
Sterillium said:
BrickCounter said:
The Fellowship on Filton Avenue in Bristol. Never was a pub so unaptly named if you weren’t one of the locals.
On a sunny day you would close the car windows if you were waiting at a red traffic light outside.
This was a real rough place - packed with ex-cons; I had a good friend who worked there who told me about the biggest, most insane brawl he had ever seen between a dozen locals and a number of travellers. Sounded epic.On a sunny day you would close the car windows if you were waiting at a red traffic light outside.
Fellowship is a Tesco Metro now. Massive kudos to the guy giving the google car the V sign outside the bulldog!
PopsandBangs said:
As above, "Gentleman's Evenings" of old as I understand involved various rather shocking and fully engaged sexual "stunts" performed on the front row audience members
Indeed, and not just the front row. One I got roped into (!) included films - something about 'Animals on a Farm' and an absolutely hilarious p0rn cartoon remake of Tarzan and Jane. Ordinary pub, too - much more relaxed in the 70s, we were. 
Once in my younger, fresh out of divorce and on the way to becoming a powerfully built director days I hit it off with a young lady from Enfield on some on line dating website or other and we went to her local for a first date. It was so rough
- I have actually blocked out what it was called
- when we went to play pool she told me not to use the cue I picked because, and this I haven't blocked despite 15 years of trying, "That's the one they used on me last night".
Fortunately I had no reason to visit the clap clinic shortly afterwards
- I have actually blocked out what it was called
- when we went to play pool she told me not to use the cue I picked because, and this I haven't blocked despite 15 years of trying, "That's the one they used on me last night".
Fortunately I had no reason to visit the clap clinic shortly afterwards
In about 1978/9, when I was 15, I had a Weekend job at a hotel between Gerard’s Cross and Beaconsfield. It was called the Bellhouse. Attached to the hotel was the Bucaneer bar. Inside was a full size fibreglass replica of a pirate ship! On my first morning there, I was told to wash the tarmac in the car park. There was a huge puddle of blood and I found a tooth on the floor.
Sadly the Bucaneer bar has been replaced by a leisure complex now.
Sadly the Bucaneer bar has been replaced by a leisure complex now.
PopsandBangs said:
As above, "Gentleman's Evenings" of old as I understand involved various rather shocking and fully engaged sexual "stunts" performed on the front row audience members
Most often intended to humiliate the participants - not for their enjoyment. I've seen quite a few gobby individuals taken down a peg or two when they ain't as hard as their persona iykwimReading here about pubs in Bristol, I realise I've been in quite a few of the ones mentioned - such as the Robins, Happy Landings, Merchant Venturer, and I'm pretty sure I've been in the Fellowship. And the band I was in used to rehearse at the Bulldog!
When I was a driving instructor, one of the test centres was in Southmead, quite a rough area. Just down the road was a pub, and one of my pupils asked me what it was like.
I said, "Well I won't say it's a rough pub, but the air freshener is a dead pig hung in the corner. And there's a bouncer on the door throwing people in. The last time I was there, a policeman came up to me and said, "You're not carrying a flick knife are yer?" I said "No," and he said, "Here you are then, you'd better borrow mine." And the first question in the pub quiz is always "Oo d'you fink you're lookin' at?"
I don't think he believed me!
Truth was, I'd never set foot in the place. Just seeing it from the outside was enough.
The aforesaid Venture in Knowle West was one I visited a few times, as a couple of bands I was in used to play there. On our last visit, our drummer, who had a few underworld connections, invited a load of his mates along, so we turned up with the nastiest, ugliest, bunch of cutthroats you ever saw in tow. Nobody was going to start any trouble with that lot around, so we all got out alive.
I can remember a few occasions, though, where we only escaped by the skin of our teeth. The White Horse in Bedminster was one.
(And people wonder why I don't do gigs any more.)
When I was a driving instructor, one of the test centres was in Southmead, quite a rough area. Just down the road was a pub, and one of my pupils asked me what it was like.
I said, "Well I won't say it's a rough pub, but the air freshener is a dead pig hung in the corner. And there's a bouncer on the door throwing people in. The last time I was there, a policeman came up to me and said, "You're not carrying a flick knife are yer?" I said "No," and he said, "Here you are then, you'd better borrow mine." And the first question in the pub quiz is always "Oo d'you fink you're lookin' at?"
I don't think he believed me!
Truth was, I'd never set foot in the place. Just seeing it from the outside was enough.
The aforesaid Venture in Knowle West was one I visited a few times, as a couple of bands I was in used to play there. On our last visit, our drummer, who had a few underworld connections, invited a load of his mates along, so we turned up with the nastiest, ugliest, bunch of cutthroats you ever saw in tow. Nobody was going to start any trouble with that lot around, so we all got out alive.
I can remember a few occasions, though, where we only escaped by the skin of our teeth. The White Horse in Bedminster was one.
(And people wonder why I don't do gigs any more.)
Edited by Evangelion on Wednesday 15th July 07:39
popeyewhite said:
PopsandBangs said:
MC Bodge said:
cardigankid said:
C70R said:
Ponpiman said:
rastapasta said:
TheJimi said:
1974nc said:
Greyhound pub - Sheffield. As a young man in his prime of around 18, me and 2 mates were invited by one of their dads to a ‘gentleman’s evening’
I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
Ok, I'll bite - what happened?I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
It's not that exciting...
I suspect that the various gentlemen in attendance may have taken turns at sexual contact of one form or another with one or moe ladies employed for the evening, possibly in front of the other gentleman.
Like a handstand soixante-neuf?
The tawdry tale went as thus (not edited for PC)
We filed in and immediately after, 2 bouncers locked the doors behind us. There were about 40 blokes there I’d say between ages 18/20 and late 60s (We were the youngest by a mile) everyone was what you would describe as working class or retired in a few cases.
Stood at the back awaiting this new experience clutching a pint we were delighted by slightly nervous to see 2 mid 20s ladies, one brunette (the most attractive) and a blonde led out by a huge black minder who looked like Marsellus Wallace!
They proceeded to remove articles of clothing until they were parading about naked amongst the crowd then returned to 2 chairs at the front and began pleasuring themselves with devices and fingers.
We (me and 2 mates) are a bit surprised but trying not to let on this is not just another normal evening for us.
Then a hat is passed around (proper bowler hat lol) with all attendees asked to put a pound or two in. (We thought this was the tip - it wasn’t)
The show carries on and Marsellus Wallace removes his trousers and sits in the chair whilst attractive brunette rides him like Lester Piggot fleeing the taxman.
The Blondie meanwhile asks any willing gentleman to form a line and the proceeds to work her way through the queue doing pretty much anything to anyone, at one point she was sat astride one chap while pleasuring 3 others using the remaining available equipment.
Little old chap shuffles to the front of the queue
and drops his trousers to much hilarity (he’s laughing along) while blondie gives some oral relief.
This all happens twice as the hat is brought round twice. The brunette only ever had sex with the big bouncer chap and left the blondie to service the other 40odd blokes.
Obviously we didn’t indulge and 25 plus years ago this was pretty shocking to me.
I know nowadays with the internet etc it sounds pretty tame but it’s a sight I won’t forget.
We were driven home pretty much in silence by mates dad and only spoke about it when we were alone. It was kinda like fight club.
Stan the Bat said:
SCEtoAUX said:
Tom _M said:
Not rough as such, but surprised this one’s not cropped up yet:
Doncaster’s finest
Still the greatest piece of video ever posted on the internet.Doncaster’s finest
Edited by Tom _M on Thursday 9th July 19:16
My first gainful employment was in the Westminster Club in Intake and that was a bit sketchy at times. We had one of the local gangsters which used to run the doors in town coming in for a while as his wife worked behind the bar but he ended up inside after a fairly brutal rape (on her) so she had a police-supplied panic button mobile phone on her at all times.
One evening I'd been playing snooker in town early doors and some blokes attempted to mug me as I was waiting for the bus but it turned up just as I'd been clouted and hit the deck so I avoided a good hiding. I knew who one of them was and when I got to work that night with a busted lip and swollen face a club regular asked what had happened. I told him about the incident and the guy who I knew from the end of Intake down by the back of the bus depot being involved. within seconds half a dozen lads had piled out of the club and disappeared with screeching tyres only to return twenty minutes later to say I'd have no more trouble from that mob.
One of the lads who'd done me a favour that night died not long after when a condom full of smack burst in his stomach on the Amsterdam-Hull ferry.
1974nc said:
popeyewhite said:
PopsandBangs said:
MC Bodge said:
cardigankid said:
C70R said:
Ponpiman said:
rastapasta said:
TheJimi said:
1974nc said:
Greyhound pub - Sheffield. As a young man in his prime of around 18, me and 2 mates were invited by one of their dads to a ‘gentleman’s evening’
I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
Ok, I'll bite - what happened?I remember the words ‘if you don’t want to get involved then stand at the back’ being instructed!
I can go into further detail but I’m sure the PHers will be aware of what was about to happen.
(We stood at the back open mouthed at the scenes)
It's not that exciting...
I suspect that the various gentlemen in attendance may have taken turns at sexual contact of one form or another with one or moe ladies employed for the evening, possibly in front of the other gentleman.
Like a handstand soixante-neuf?
The tawdry tale went as thus (not edited for PC)
We filed in and immediately after, 2 bouncers locked the doors behind us. There were about 40 blokes there I’d say between ages 18/20 and late 60s (We were the youngest by a mile) everyone was what you would describe as working class or retired in a few cases.
Stood at the back awaiting this new experience clutching a pint we were delighted by slightly nervous to see 2 mid 20s ladies, one brunette (the most attractive) and a blonde led out by a huge black minder who looked like Marsellus Wallace!
They proceeded to remove articles of clothing until they were parading about naked amongst the crowd then returned to 2 chairs at the front and began pleasuring themselves with devices and fingers.
We (me and 2 mates) are a bit surprised but trying not to let on this is not just another normal evening for us.
Then a hat is passed around (proper bowler hat lol) with all attendees asked to put a pound or two in. (We thought this was the tip - it wasn’t)
The show carries on and Marsellus Wallace removes his trousers and sits in the chair whilst attractive brunette rides him like Lester Piggot fleeing the taxman.
The Blondie meanwhile asks any willing gentleman to form a line and the proceeds to work her way through the queue doing pretty much anything to anyone, at one point she was sat astride one chap while pleasuring 3 others using the remaining available equipment.
Little old chap shuffles to the front of the queue
and drops his trousers to much hilarity (he’s laughing along) while blondie gives some oral relief.
This all happens twice as the hat is brought round twice. The brunette only ever had sex with the big bouncer chap and left the blondie to service the other 40odd blokes.
Obviously we didn’t indulge and 25 plus years ago this was pretty shocking to me.
I know nowadays with the internet etc it sounds pretty tame but it’s a sight I won’t forget.
We were driven home pretty much in silence by mates dad and only spoke about it when we were alone. It was kinda like fight club.
Captain Smerc said:
MillenniumFalcon said:
StevieBee said:
Can anyone recall the name of a pub at the end of Romford market. Opposite what was Woolworths I think. North Street. Propper stabby place!
Woolworths was in High Street - the pub opposite was the Ford and Firkin when I knew it in the late '90s. I think it was the White Hart before, but not 100% sure.Edited by MillenniumFalcon on Monday 6th July 21:31
Never has a pub been more aptly named!
Plymouth.
My late cousin and I were great mates despite him being 8 years older than me and I have him to thank for my introduction to beer and the boys night out.
I recall a holiday there when I was about 15 or 16 and ending up in a pub within him in Union Street that I think might have once been a theatre. All I can remember is a sloping floor and someone just having a piss on it and people slipping up and over on it.
I think there were some other properly rough pubs there as well. But truly great times! You'd get 'argy' with someone but be best mates by the time you got to Captain Jaspers at 2am!
My late cousin and I were great mates despite him being 8 years older than me and I have him to thank for my introduction to beer and the boys night out.
I recall a holiday there when I was about 15 or 16 and ending up in a pub within him in Union Street that I think might have once been a theatre. All I can remember is a sloping floor and someone just having a piss on it and people slipping up and over on it.
I think there were some other properly rough pubs there as well. But truly great times! You'd get 'argy' with someone but be best mates by the time you got to Captain Jaspers at 2am!
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