Pubs
Jeccy writes, "I've seen people having four-somes, fights involving spastics and genuine retarded people doing karaoke, all thanks to the invention of the common pub."
What's happened in your local then?
( , Thu 5 Feb 2009, 20:55)
Jeccy writes, "I've seen people having four-somes, fights involving spastics and genuine retarded people doing karaoke, all thanks to the invention of the common pub."
What's happened in your local then?
( , Thu 5 Feb 2009, 20:55)
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I'll see you both & raise you one of mine...
Worthy of mention was my local frequented all through growing up, the Black Horse.
Conveniently located at the top of the local main street, backing on to the road that ran right up past the entrance to our school.
All through O Level year myself & a few mates would often nick off school in the afternoons & end up in there. They had a back room conservatory type affair opening out onto the beer garden and car park, which housed a pool table (20p a game, them were t'days) a cracking video jukebox, and they kept a lovely drop of Bass best Scotch on tap for around a quid a pint.
Local custom dictates that from about the age of 13/14 all the local youngsters would go drinking in there on a Friday & Saturday night, as part of the weekly drunken ritual known as "Chesta Front Street", so the Black Horse bar staff were all used to seeing us in there. Thinking about it, they must have known we were well underage, but I remember always getting served in there no problem, even really young when it was touch and go in some other boozers.
Careful choice of clothing (close enough to school uniform but casual enough to not look out of place when the tie came off) was the order of the day, and many happy afternoons (and pounds) were spent in that back room playing pool, smoking tabs & getting nicely pissed, before rolling home at teatime and trying to hide it from the folks.
Anyway... on one notable such afternoon, I remember a mild fracas was caused in there when the landlord happened to wander into the back room to collect glasses or wipe tables or summat, only to find the pool table strewn with miscellaneous clothing and the flower of the town's youth all staggering about pissed up and in various stages of undress.
After a few drinks, someone had thought it would be a laugh to have a game of strip poker in there.
Fair play, none of the lasses needed asking twice either.
Happy days!
( , Fri 6 Feb 2009, 9:58, 2 replies)
Worthy of mention was my local frequented all through growing up, the Black Horse.
Conveniently located at the top of the local main street, backing on to the road that ran right up past the entrance to our school.
All through O Level year myself & a few mates would often nick off school in the afternoons & end up in there. They had a back room conservatory type affair opening out onto the beer garden and car park, which housed a pool table (20p a game, them were t'days) a cracking video jukebox, and they kept a lovely drop of Bass best Scotch on tap for around a quid a pint.
Local custom dictates that from about the age of 13/14 all the local youngsters would go drinking in there on a Friday & Saturday night, as part of the weekly drunken ritual known as "Chesta Front Street", so the Black Horse bar staff were all used to seeing us in there. Thinking about it, they must have known we were well underage, but I remember always getting served in there no problem, even really young when it was touch and go in some other boozers.
Careful choice of clothing (close enough to school uniform but casual enough to not look out of place when the tie came off) was the order of the day, and many happy afternoons (and pounds) were spent in that back room playing pool, smoking tabs & getting nicely pissed, before rolling home at teatime and trying to hide it from the folks.
Anyway... on one notable such afternoon, I remember a mild fracas was caused in there when the landlord happened to wander into the back room to collect glasses or wipe tables or summat, only to find the pool table strewn with miscellaneous clothing and the flower of the town's youth all staggering about pissed up and in various stages of undress.
After a few drinks, someone had thought it would be a laugh to have a game of strip poker in there.
Fair play, none of the lasses needed asking twice either.
Happy days!
( , Fri 6 Feb 2009, 9:58, 2 replies)
Ah, the Black Horse...
...great for the underage crew of the past, and one of only 2 pubs in Chester(-le-street) that serves a good pint of Guinness (the other being the High Crown) ;-)
( , Mon 9 Feb 2009, 14:18, closed)
...great for the underage crew of the past, and one of only 2 pubs in Chester(-le-street) that serves a good pint of Guinness (the other being the High Crown) ;-)
( , Mon 9 Feb 2009, 14:18, closed)
alreet mate!
The High Crown...
Best pub in Chesta without a doubt.
( , Tue 10 Feb 2009, 15:53, closed)
The High Crown...
Best pub in Chesta without a doubt.
( , Tue 10 Feb 2009, 15:53, closed)
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