Rough pub stories
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Johnnytheboy said:
whitesocks said:
Johnnytheboy said:
Walking past a dodgy looking pub in a rough part of Portsmouth one Sunday at midday.
It had those swingy saloon doors; someone walked out and as the door swung back and forth I caught the distinct sight of an old woman sat at the bar with a pair of knickers pulled onto her head like a hat.
Portsmouth is good for drinking. So I might have been in that one at some point.It had those swingy saloon doors; someone walked out and as the door swung back and forth I caught the distinct sight of an old woman sat at the bar with a pair of knickers pulled onto her head like a hat.
bigandclever said:
LaurasOtherHalf said:
RonaldMcDonaldAteMyCat said:
Its Just Adz said:
Used to go in one near the Manchester City ground, it only opened on match days and was proper rough.
Cant remember the name though.
Maine Road. Cant remember the name though.
I think the last flat roofed pub I went in (outside of Scotland) was near Maine Rd on a match day.
Edited to add picture (from google)...
The weird thing I remember was it was almost a copy of a pub we went to in Shorpe on an away day, which I'm pretty certain had a stuffed dog behind the bar.
The Gunner, a flat roofed pub on Pennywell Road in the delightful Edinburgh suburb of Pilton.
They'd only serve beer in plastic tumblers to minimise the glassings and the barstaff had their own pre-covid perspex security screen. Even the chippy next door had a revolving door kind of serving hatch for protection of the staff and to prevent run-offs.
I worked on a building site nearby and visited a couple of times at lunchtime, even then it was terrifying, I wouldn't have chanced it on a Saturday night.
They'd only serve beer in plastic tumblers to minimise the glassings and the barstaff had their own pre-covid perspex security screen. Even the chippy next door had a revolving door kind of serving hatch for protection of the staff and to prevent run-offs.
I worked on a building site nearby and visited a couple of times at lunchtime, even then it was terrifying, I wouldn't have chanced it on a Saturday night.
RonaldMcDonaldAteMyCat said:
stevesingo said:
The Grand Prix Club, Brough Cumbria. Fought a fighting retreat! Hilarious in the dysfunctionality of the clientele.
Haha, one of my old haunts. Appleby lads versus Kirkby. Pissed up scrap and a bus ride home.RonaldMcDonaldAteMyCat said:
stevesingo said:
The Grand Prix Club, Brough Cumbria. Fought a fighting retreat! Hilarious in the dysfunctionality of the clientele.
Haha, one of my old haunts. Appleby lads versus Kirkby. Pissed up scrap and a bus ride home.The 'club' was a combination of garage, bus company (Cliff would drive the school buses), truck stop, indoor football pitch and squash courts.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cliff_Allison
Desiderata said:
The Gunner, a flat roofed pub on Pennywell Road in the delightful Edinburgh suburb of Pilton.
They'd only serve beer in plastic tumblers to minimise the glassings and the barstaff had their own pre-covid perspex security screen. Even the chippy next door had a revolving door kind of serving hatch for protection of the staff and to prevent run-offs.
I worked on a building site nearby and visited a couple of times at lunchtime, even then it was terrifying, I wouldn't have chanced it on a Saturday night.
Been in the Gunner a few times. It's as bad as you imagine.They'd only serve beer in plastic tumblers to minimise the glassings and the barstaff had their own pre-covid perspex security screen. Even the chippy next door had a revolving door kind of serving hatch for protection of the staff and to prevent run-offs.
I worked on a building site nearby and visited a couple of times at lunchtime, even then it was terrifying, I wouldn't have chanced it on a Saturday night.
Drank in a few Edinburgh dives over the years but all seem posh compared to the Gothenburg in Prestonpans during the 80's. It's an arty micro brewery pub now and has been restored to it's stunning splendour, but in those days you were likely to be hit with a machete for saying the wrong thing, which could have been anything really.
Some of the dodgiest people in East Central Scotland used to conduct there business in there.
Once spent the night in the Pig Iron in Middlesbourgh. Dear lord !
The Peacock in the Horsefair Kidderminster. Once after a weekend stag do in Torquay we returned to the Peacock on a Sunday afternoon. Twenty of us worse for wear. Two blokes in the pub daring each other to do more and more outrageous stuff just to get the drink fund everyone had contributed into that was sat in an empty glass on the bar. It culminated in one eating excrement with a teaspoon from a glass just to win enough money for two pints.
They weren’t even out with the rest of us. In the same pub at the same time a Hells Angel called Peanut passed out and broke his front tooth off. He then glued it back with Araldite which resulted in a hospital stay for blood poising.
This was all normal for The Peacock.
They weren’t even out with the rest of us. In the same pub at the same time a Hells Angel called Peanut passed out and broke his front tooth off. He then glued it back with Araldite which resulted in a hospital stay for blood poising.
This was all normal for The Peacock.
My grandads local when I was a kid. Notorious is an understatement.
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/th...
Big estate pub, had a games room out the back that had 10 pool tables, an L shaped table & about 8 dart boards.
I was still young, but I could feel the atmosphere that it had. Big boot sale on a Sunday in the car park.
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/th...
Big estate pub, had a games room out the back that had 10 pool tables, an L shaped table & about 8 dart boards.
I was still young, but I could feel the atmosphere that it had. Big boot sale on a Sunday in the car park.
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