Roughest pub

[Sir peace frog]

Might not be as rough as some on here, but the Cross keys was quite rough.

don't know if you remember the junction,that was a bit rough,we were in the Kenny ,there was a huge fight outside with some ICF lads,i got a right belt as I was being walked away the junction lads came round the corner roaring I got twatted with a lacrosse stick , the junction was a blue pub and I got mistaken for the ICF even though I knew loads of the lads :),found out it wasn't the ICF think it was some scallys from bramhall or handforth, aaaah happy days

 

[Wretched Vengeance]

The Spread Eagle in Northenden was a hellhole and not very nice to go in, plus it was populated with rags mostly. Someone was shot in there before they demolished it. I think there's houses there now.

 

[Adidas Sharston]

Used to have a cloakroom and an armoury.....it`s very eerie driving past the place now

And a special mention for The Pear Tree (later renamed The Wendover) in Baguley. It wasn`t a pub, more like a pharmacy.

You could do a full christmas shop in the 'Bench'. The college looks smart in its place.

Wendover was a big City pub.

 

[Cheadle_hulmeBlue]

don't know if you remember the junction,that was a bit rough,we were in the Kenny ,there was a huge fight outside with some ICF lads,i got a right belt as I was being walked away the junction lads came round the corner roaring I got twatted with a lacrosse stick , the junction was a blue pub and I got mistaken for the ICF even though I knew loads of the lads :),found out it wasn't the ICF think it was some scallys from bramhall or handforth, aaaah happy days

Great story mate.

The junction was class before they changed it. Some pretty rough sorts go in the pubs round there. There always seems to be trouble on derby day, Especially outside the kenny hhaha

I remember quite a few years ago in Cheadle. Groups of lads from adswood, wyhtenshawe, Cheadle all fighting down the main high street on a Friday night. Happy days as you say pal haha

 

[whp.blue]

The Flemish Weaver down Salford Precinct used to be lively place.
Probably the roughest I've ever been in though was "The Kerry Arms" in Hereford. That was a fucking zoo that place.

Wasn't the Weaver where two guys ran in with guns a few years ago.
The locals responded by pulling theirs the outcome was two men ran back out and were shot dead on grass?

 

[Nellies left peg]

Stanley park tavern outside Everton's ground.went there when we played the red dippers and feet stuck to the "carpet"on the way in and the scally who served us had a bar towel in one hand and was constantly wiping his nose with presumably to hide the coke he'd just shoved up his nose.worst away pub I can remember

 

[Adidas Sharston]

Great story mate.

The junction was class before they changed it. Some pretty rough sorts go in the pubs round there. There always seems to be trouble on derby day, Especially outside the kenny hhaha

I remember quite a few years ago in Cheadle. Groups of lads from adswood, wyhtenshawe, Cheadle all fighting down the main high street on a Friday night. Happy days as you say pal haha

Wasn't the Kenny a blue boozer? Not been in there for yrs.

 

[Magicpole]

We have a few pubs with a certain Tang. The rule is you never enter them unless your with a regular who is quoted. Not twice anyway.

 

[Djibrilshairdo]

Talking 80s now. Roughest gaff I ever went was Willie Millers bar in Aberdeen, had Formica tables so easy to mop the blood off when the oil boys came ashore. Roughest collection of pubs in an area, definitely Hackney and those closest to the cop shop were the worst. The craziest place for odd ball characters and bonefide nutters was the out-of-hours Golden Gate Club on Oxford Road approach. I dont think I ever went in there unpissed.

 

[Magicpole]

In 1997 my brother and I went to Dublin to see the Packy Bonner testimonial. We met two beautiful women from England and missed the game, but that’s another story.

Anyway, the Friday night we had been out having a small sherry and in thecway back to our hotel noticed a pub open down a stair case. A nightcap was agreed and down we went.,

As we entered the place it went quiet. We kept talking and went to the bar. Every eye upon us.

The barman looked at us like you would a guy who just shat in your beer. He didn’t even ask us what we wanted.

What brings you in here lads?

Just thought we would have another drink before we headed to our hotel,

Place is listening to the conversation.

So what are you doing in Dublin?

We are over for Big Packy Binnets testimonial.

Ah, why didn’t you say.

Thought you were Fucking british special branch down from the six counties. It’s your haircuts.

He then went on to ask loads of stuff about Celtic. We passed the test.

Place goes back to low hum conversation.

Ended up a great night. Fucking scary for a while though.