Blast from the past - remind us of a thing
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generationx said:
David A said:
TooLateForAName said:
David A said:
Anyone know when Saltburn by the Sea got its first pub if it s even has one yet?
Presumably you mean the victorian restriction that meant no pubs, just drinks in hotels/clubs? Its never been an issue in my lifetime.Do you count the Ship? Predates the ban.
Back Alex, Vic, queens, etc
brownspeed said:
DickyC said:
Yes, i thought it was Flixton but made the mistake of looking it up. Looked it up in the wrong place, apparently. As for the rest, I just wanted church, church and church in the address. A little artistic licence.
Step daughter #1 lived in Flixton and her then hubby's best friend lives in the Village.
I hadn't heard the fan story before.
Uncanny! Until recently- the Church was my local (I moved out of the area, as opposed to fell out of favour with it- AFAIK it still serves a great pint! )Step daughter #1 lived in Flixton and her then hubby's best friend lives in the Village.
I hadn't heard the fan story before.
Never noticed this fan thingy though- are we certain its not merely the kitchen extract unit? Never needed to take a leak in the car park as to get there, you need to walk past the gents anyway
Deflector
[quote=bigpriest] StreetView - in the corner between the Church wall and the pub wall is a piece of fan-shaped metal to deter pissers!
Ah! I imagined an electrical powered device!!! Yes! In understand now- never noticed it before; my exit was the opposite direction- I lived near the garden centre. My mate Huwy is still the vicar there; I shall mention it to him.
PS shed driver- Your Dad had great taste in beers it seemed. Unfortunately the Greyhound (used to have a beefeater restaurant upstairs) sadly went downhill before eventually closing- it's now apartments, at least the building was retained
Ah! I imagined an electrical powered device!!! Yes! In understand now- never noticed it before; my exit was the opposite direction- I lived near the garden centre. My mate Huwy is still the vicar there; I shall mention it to him.
PS shed driver- Your Dad had great taste in beers it seemed. Unfortunately the Greyhound (used to have a beefeater restaurant upstairs) sadly went downhill before eventually closing- it's now apartments, at least the building was retained
brownspeed]igpriest said:
StreetView - in the corner between the Church wall and the pub wall is a piece of fan-shaped metal to deter pissers!
Ah! I imagined an electrical powered device!!! Yes! In understand now- never noticed it before; my exit was the opposite direction- I lived near the garden centre. My mate Huwy is still the vicar there; I shall mention it to him.
PS shed driver- Your Dad had great taste in beers it seemed. Unfortunately the Greyhound (used to have a beefeater restaurant upstairs) sadly went downhill before eventually closing- it's now apartments, at least the building was retained
I loved near the garden centre too, such a small world Ah! I imagined an electrical powered device!!! Yes! In understand now- never noticed it before; my exit was the opposite direction- I lived near the garden centre. My mate Huwy is still the vicar there; I shall mention it to him.
PS shed driver- Your Dad had great taste in beers it seemed. Unfortunately the Greyhound (used to have a beefeater restaurant upstairs) sadly went downhill before eventually closing- it's now apartments, at least the building was retained
SD.
David A said:
TooLateForAName said:
David A said:
Anyone know when Saltburn by the Sea got its first pub if it s even has one yet?
Presumably you mean the victorian restriction that meant no pubs, just drinks in hotels/clubs? Its never been an issue in my lifetime.Do you count the Ship? Predates the ban.
Back Alex, Vic, queens, etc
The Ship, on the beach by cat nab on the brotton road was already in place - supposed to have been a big smuggling place. I remember that being referred to as old saltburn as opposed to the new town at the top of the cliff.
Groomio said:
My dad had three of those at one point. Part of his collection of agricultural equipment and stationary engines which he saved and restored. I spent many a Bank Holiday weekend being dragged to various Showgrounds where he would display Lister D and Petter engines running drive belts to threshing and grinding machines. The novelty wore off quickly for me, but my dad loved wearing overalls and a bowler hat, hanging out with fellow engineering nerds, and talking to anyone who was interested in the machines he'd restored. His favourite restorations were "two wheeled tractors" - he gifted a British Anzani Iron Horse to a local museum, and he still has a BMB Plowmate (Ploughmate?) at home. Sadly, though, he isn't in the best of health and the Plowmate is quite possibly in worse condition now than it was when he first rescued it from a ditch over 40 years ago.DickyC said:
Ale Houses. In the seventies we went to a wedding in Norfolk, stayed the night and after a leisurely morning set off for home. We hadn't gone far when we decided to stop for lunch. And, lo and behold, there was what looked like a pub.
"Hello, are you serving lunch."
"No."
"Oh, okay, we'll have a drink. We'll have a Cinzano..."
"Haven't got any."
"A gin and tonic?"
"No."
"Red wine?"
"No."
"What have you got?"
"Ale."
And that was it.
"That's enough!""Hello, are you serving lunch."
"No."
"Oh, okay, we'll have a drink. We'll have a Cinzano..."
"Haven't got any."
"A gin and tonic?"
"No."
"Red wine?"
"No."
"What have you got?"
"Ale."
And that was it.
The Hypno-Toad said:
DickyC said:
Ale Houses. In the seventies we went to a wedding in Norfolk, stayed the night and after a leisurely morning set off for home. We hadn't gone far when we decided to stop for lunch. And, lo and behold, there was what looked like a pub.
"Hello, are you serving lunch."
"No."
"Oh, okay, we'll have a drink. We'll have a Cinzano..."
"Haven't got any."
"A gin and tonic?"
"No."
"Red wine?"
"No."
"What have you got?"
"Ale."
And that was it.
"That's enough!""Hello, are you serving lunch."
"No."
"Oh, okay, we'll have a drink. We'll have a Cinzano..."
"Haven't got any."
"A gin and tonic?"
"No."
"Red wine?"
"No."
"What have you got?"
"Ale."
And that was it.
And, if I remember correctly, it was quite a hike to find a pub with the new-fangled approach to hospitality.
I remember walking past roadworks as a child and being scared by the ear-splitting noise of the pneumatic breakers in the hands of some poor soul who might not even have had ear defenders.
Slightly more fun were the pneumatic whackers that looked like fat pogo sticks which jumped up and down. A bit of operator inattention would have lead to flat feet.
Slightly more fun were the pneumatic whackers that looked like fat pogo sticks which jumped up and down. A bit of operator inattention would have lead to flat feet.
swisstoni said:
I remember walking past roadworks as a child and being scared by the ear-splitting noise of the pneumatic breakers in the hands of some poor soul who might not even have had ear defenders.
Slightly more fun were the pneumatic whackers that looked like fat pogo sticks which jumped up and down. A bit of operator inattention would have lead to flat feet.
'Whackers' that I've seen were an internal combustion engine with no crank, just rigid 'connecting rod'. Once hopping, it worked just like a slow engine and would run automatically with the operator's guidance. Occasionally it would misfire and stop so the operator had to manually pump it up and down a couple of times to charge the cylinder, then fire it by pressing a button. With luck it would bounce away continuously for a while. I daresay pneumatic ones were around too, with the road drills running off a big diesel powered compressor.Slightly more fun were the pneumatic whackers that looked like fat pogo sticks which jumped up and down. A bit of operator inattention would have lead to flat feet.
motco said:
swisstoni said:
I remember walking past roadworks as a child and being scared by the ear-splitting noise of the pneumatic breakers in the hands of some poor soul who might not even have had ear defenders.
Slightly more fun were the pneumatic whackers that looked like fat pogo sticks which jumped up and down. A bit of operator inattention would have lead to flat feet.
'Whackers' that I've seen were an internal combustion engine with no crank, just rigid 'connecting rod'. Once hopping, it worked just like a slow engine and would run automatically with the operator's guidance. Occasionally it would misfire and stop so the operator had to manually pump it up and down a couple of times to charge the cylinder, then fire it by pressing a button. With luck it would bounce away continuously for a while. I daresay pneumatic ones were around too, with the road drills running off a big diesel powered compressor.Slightly more fun were the pneumatic whackers that looked like fat pogo sticks which jumped up and down. A bit of operator inattention would have lead to flat feet.
DickyC said:
Ale Houses. In the seventies we went to a wedding in Norfolk, stayed the night and after a leisurely morning set off for home. We hadn't gone far when we decided to stop for lunch. And, lo and behold, there was what looked like a pub.
"Hello, are you serving lunch."
"No."
"Oh, okay, we'll have a drink. We'll have a Cinzano..."
"Haven't got any."
"A gin and tonic?"
"No."
"Red wine?"
"No."
"What have you got?"
"Ale."
And that was it.
Ale Houses (or "beer houses" created by the Act of 1830) declined over a long period, with their numbers collapsing after the Second War. We didn't stay and, as a result, missed the opportunity to drink in one as the category was abolished in 1980. Many became regular pubs, but the traditional, small, informal, home-based ale house vanished due to stricter licensing, lack of modern facilities, and competition from breweries.
Known as Jerries in West Cumbria, still a few pubs around known as the Jerry rather than the real name. Serve the full range now, of course ."Hello, are you serving lunch."
"No."
"Oh, okay, we'll have a drink. We'll have a Cinzano..."
"Haven't got any."
"A gin and tonic?"
"No."
"Red wine?"
"No."
"What have you got?"
"Ale."
And that was it.
Ale Houses (or "beer houses" created by the Act of 1830) declined over a long period, with their numbers collapsing after the Second War. We didn't stay and, as a result, missed the opportunity to drink in one as the category was abolished in 1980. Many became regular pubs, but the traditional, small, informal, home-based ale house vanished due to stricter licensing, lack of modern facilities, and competition from breweries.
bigpriest said:
DickyC said:
Army Surplus Stores.
Great shops for mods or outdoor types, also for mentalists with gun obsessions. I was always surprised how stylish the West German, Scandinavian and Italian militaries were compared to the UK. Obviously this is a key element in warfare 
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