idahoblues
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When we were kids (early 20's) it was fun to go into the rough pubs, no time for any of that shit now. Why spend your social tome with a bunch of psycho cunts?
You seem a decent lad but a tad naive mate on really rough pubs. For 17 years I spent at least 80% of the time working away, literally all over the UK. I've forgotten many of the rough pubs I've been in, and there have been many. Some pubs so rough they don't give a fuck what kind of clientele they have in there, as long as the money is going over the bar, gypos included.
"Cunts, bullies, coked up shithouses, red bastards. They exist. If you’ve never met any then you live on the moon"...........
That tells me you've been behind your mother's apron strings far too long peoffrey. Cunts, well every pub has them, coked up shithouses, you don't say,(I got a pasting from 4-6 who jumped me outside a pub in Harrow, all because a Geordie work colleague slapped one earlier that evening, the soft geordie **** who started trouble ran off and I got one of the best hidings I've ever had. One punch split my head above right eye to the bone, another punch one of my bottom teeth came through my lip.) Red bastards lol. Ubiquitous to almost all pubs in blighty(and beyond)..I've had banter with many, a few southern rag know nowts I've told to fuck off a few times..... I've never been to the moon but I've been in plenty of boozers frequented by clangers and an odd soup dragon landlady
I used to booze in the Sheepwalk in Ilford east London. It's a shit hole to some but I liked it and the locals. One night I was having a smoke outside minding my own buisness. Next minute a black guy about 18 stone of pure muscle and around 6'-4" grabbed my throat and held a gun to my head saying "you haven't seen anything bro," before entering the pub to kneecap someone for non payment or whatever. I hadn't and didn't want to so I fucked off sharpish.
I've drank in pubs in Northern Ireland without trouble, but go in the wrong pub with an English accent and it isn't a pleasant experience. I will usually try a pint in any bar, but I took the advice of the landlord of the B&B I stayed in Strabane not to drink in certain pubs.
I've drunk in some rough holes in Wales, Llandindrod Wells Merthyr Tydfil Barry Island, Cardiff Newport Swansea Pontypridd etc etc. Scotland, too many 'roughest pubs' to mention.
England, maybe mention the Mother Shipton Portsmouth for roughness, and work my way East west and North of there ....
I could write a book .. Meanwhile.....
You seem a decent lad but a tad naive mate on really rough pubs. For 17 years I spent at least 80% of the time working away, literally all over the UK. I've forgotten many of the rough pubs I've been in, and there have been many. Some pubs so rough they don't give a fuck what kind of clientele they have in there, as long as the money is going over the bar, gypos included.
"Cunts, bullies, coked up shithouses, red bastards. They exist. If you’ve never met any then you live on the moon"...........
That tells me you've been behind your mother's apron strings far too long peoffrey. Cunts, well every pub has them, coked up shithouses, you don't say,(I got a pasting from 4-6 who jumped me outside a pub in Harrow, all because a Geordie work colleague slapped one earlier that evening, the soft geordie **** who started trouble ran off and I got one of the best hidings I've ever had. One punch split my head above right eye to the bone, another punch one of my bottom teeth came through my lip.) Red bastards lol. Ubiquitous to almost all pubs in blighty(and beyond)..I've had banter with many, a few southern rag know nowts I've told to fuck off a few times..... I've never been to the moon but I've been in plenty of boozers frequented by clangers and an odd soup dragon landlady
I used to booze in the Sheepwalk in Ilford east London. It's a shit hole to some but I liked it and the locals. One night I was having a smoke outside minding my own buisness. Next minute a black guy about 18 stone of pure muscle and around 6'-4" grabbed my throat and held a gun to my head saying "you haven't seen anything bro," before entering the pub to kneecap someone for non payment or whatever. I hadn't and didn't want to so I fucked off sharpish.
I've drank in pubs in Northern Ireland without trouble, but go in the wrong pub with an English accent and it isn't a pleasant experience. I will usually try a pint in any bar, but I took the advice of the landlord of the B&B I stayed in Strabane not to drink in certain pubs.
I've drunk in some rough holes in Wales, Llandindrod Wells Merthyr Tydfil Barry Island, Cardiff Newport Swansea Pontypridd etc etc. Scotland, too many 'roughest pubs' to mention.
England, maybe mention the Mother Shipton Portsmouth for roughness, and work my way East west and North of there ....
I could write a book .. Meanwhile.....
I heard you the first time mate; )Enjoyed that post. However , I think every pub should have a " no travellers here" sign; above the front door.
I heard you the first time mate; )
Queuing at the blob bar for a drink, the old bird serving at the speed of a tortoise (think she was the role model for the Etihad Bar Staff). Then topping the blob up yourself with hot water from a kettle and the floorboards. Used to have 4 blobs in there first off, set you up for a night on the piss finishing at the Memory Inn Club which in 1969 may have been called the Horseshoe?Yate's wine lodge in Ashton -u - Lyne around 1969.
I love the opposite, when you are the rough one and go in a posh quiet pub hahaha
That's every pub for you then mate ;)
Memory Inn, it was a dive in the early 80's, always good for a quickie tho as long as you kept away from the family of the gangsters who went in there..... Lucky escape, never went back in after that.Queuing at the blob bar for a drink, the old bird serving at the speed of a tortoise (think she was the role model for the Etihad Bar Staff). Then topping the blob up yourself with hot water from a kettle and the floorboards. Used to have 4 blobs in there first off, set you up for a night on the piss finishing at the Memory Inn Club which in 1969 may have been called the Horseshoe?