BertTrautmann'sParachute
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You can take the man out of The Claremont GDM, but you can never take the fruit out of the man.You and your fancy cocktails, BTP.
You can take the man out of The Claremont GDM, but you can never take the fruit out of the man.You and your fancy cocktails, BTP.
Factually accurate riposte, mate :-)You can take the man out of The Claremont GDM, but you can never take the fruit out of the man.
My mate used to say that it tastes like someone's washed their old socks in your pot. Can't drink it myself these days.Factually accurate riposte, mate :-)
I personally find Holts hard work, fruit or no fruit.
The mild is even worse.My mate used to say that it tastes like someone's washed their old socks in your pot.
My brother hated it. Used to drink it in the Parkside instead. Whitbread I think.The mild is even worse.
I think it was. An old Chester's pub iirc.My brother hated it. Used to drink it in the Parkside instead. Whitbread I think.
That's right. My favourite pint of bitter and no longer with us.I think it was. An old Chester's pub iirc.
The Salford Arms next to the brewery was a good Chester's pub. Famed for lock-ins in the afternoon in the 80's! Fuck me, lock-ins in the middle of the day! It was another world.That's right. My favourite pint of bitter and no longer with us.
I remember certain City 'fans' in the 70s used to come into the Kippax and stand at the bottom of the steps supping beer until the game ended. Then the pubs would re-open and off they went (usually after a bit of fisticuffs with the opposing supporters).The Salford Arms was a good Chester's pub. Famed for lock-ins in the afternoon in the 80's! Fuck me, lock-ins in the middle of the day! It was another world.
It used to happen In the Main Stand too, now you come to mention it - perhaps with a bit less scrapping, apart from amongst themselves, that is. No wonder the crowds were so good in those days; there was fuck all else to do between 3&5 on a Saturday afternoon!I remember certain City 'fans' in the 70s used to come into the Kippax and stand at the bottom of the steps supping beer until the game ended. Then the pubs would re-open and off they went (usually after a bit of fisticuffs with the opposing supporters).