Roughest pub

Hereford isn’t just an army town, it’s the SAS’s home town! It can get seriously tasty on a weekend.

I know the landlord at the Woolpack in Salford (which I referenced earlier in the thread, in 2011!) used to sleep with a shotgun under his bed. I had a conversation with someone the other day (who is quite posh) who lives in Peckham and the impression I garnered from him is that it is undergoing some fairly significant gentrification,which is pretty nuts.

I love a rough pub, not least because they help pay for all the holidays! :-)

A quick Google street map search has revealed that your source is right. The Peckham/ Camberwell border was always a little posh but they appear to have gone to town on the rest.
 
Used to frequent a bar called the Lazy Pig in town when I was 14 in the late 90s. Rough as fuck but they would happily serve me and my underage friends. When you’re underage you could be in Syria but once you’re served alcohol it’s suddenly the best place ever. The buzz of underage drinking hey...

I have vivid memories of me buying my first legal pint. Just wasn’t the same. The edge of getting turfed out on your arse at any time was addictive.

I was always young looking for my age, still am, Fucking gorgeous really, so I had a load of hassle early doors at 16. Some of my mates looked like my Da, still do the dozy Cunts. So finding a pub that I could get in was always a pain. I was abandoned, quite rightly, more than once. Cunts.

I tried, to my eternal shame to grow a tash. It only served to draw attention to the fact I was under age and a total twat into the bargain. Thankfully I was in a photo and looked like a Fucking bellend and shaved it off.

My young brothers still rip the pish about it to this day. Again, Cunts. Although I deserved it. What the fuck was I thinking, is a recurring question I have. :)
 
I have vivid memories of me buying my first legal pint. Just wasn’t the same. The edge of getting turfed out on your arse at any time was addictive.

I was always young looking for my age, still am, Fucking gorgeous really, so I had a load of hassle early doors at 16. Some of my mates looked like my Da, still do the dozy Cunts. So finding a pub that I could get in was always a pain. I was abandoned, quite rightly, more than once. Cunts.

I tried, to my eternal shame to grow a tash. It only served to draw attention to the fact I was under age and a total twat into the bargain. Thankfully I was in a photo and looked like a Fucking bellend and shaved it off.

My young brothers still rip the pish about it to this day. Again, Cunts. Although I deserved it. What the fuck was I thinking, is a recurring question I have. :)

Are you Gary Neville??

https://goo.gl/images/83VXDm
 
I was always young looking for my age, still am, Fucking gorgeous really.

Inchy, it was fucking so much worse than that. I’m obviously light years better looking, but my abortive tash was beyond any pale you could ever find. Tragically.

You should submit these outrageous sounding claims to the Bluemoon test. Otherwise we’ll conclude you’re a shameless hussy.
 
You had a worse tash than Gary the Goatfeeder? Kinnel man, get on the phone to the Guinness Book of Records.

Not the entry I had always hoped for, but, I shit you not, it was an abomination. I had the audacity to wonder why my pulling per pleading ratio had crashed to absolute zero.

It was a troubled time. 6 months of a total lack of critical faculties.
 
I had problems in The Gardeners Arms in Clayton three times and I never went there again. I was hassled, received some major verbal and physically intimidated by scrotes. It’s closed down now. A horrible atmosphere inside a pub with actual potential.

I tried during the day instead or midweek. Just as bad. They didn’t like outsiders and non locals. Cunts.
 

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