Strangest thing that has ever happened to you in a pub
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If I rack my brains for a considerable amount of time I'm sure I could come up with a few but this is one that immediately springs to mind.
I was sat in the tap room of my old local about 6-7 years ago one summer evening when the front door opened and a bloke dressed in full referee black but with a paper bag over his head (with two holes cut where the eyes would be and a hole for his mouth) runs in blowing a whistle before brandishing the astonished Landlord a Red Card and then running out.
Turns out if was the local nutcase who had been banned from the place for the umpteenth time.
I was sat in the tap room of my old local about 6-7 years ago one summer evening when the front door opened and a bloke dressed in full referee black but with a paper bag over his head (with two holes cut where the eyes would be and a hole for his mouth) runs in blowing a whistle before brandishing the astonished Landlord a Red Card and then running out.
Turns out if was the local nutcase who had been banned from the place for the umpteenth time.
Rascal
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I worked in my local when i was student.
One monday dinner time shift it was pretty quiet and a posh bloke came in a suit with a big golfing umberella. He ordered a pint and a double whisky, drank them both down in one and then ordered the same, drank them down in one again and ordered the same the again. He took his time with those and one of my old regulars came round to the hatch in the bar and called me over. He said " Russ, that posh bloke has just pissed in his umberella" I chucked the posh guy out.
One monday dinner time shift it was pretty quiet and a posh bloke came in a suit with a big golfing umberella. He ordered a pint and a double whisky, drank them both down in one and then ordered the same, drank them down in one again and ordered the same the again. He took his time with those and one of my old regulars came round to the hatch in the bar and called me over. He said " Russ, that posh bloke has just pissed in his umberella" I chucked the posh guy out.
MCFCTrick
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The Robin Hood, Newton Heath.....bout 1986....very drunk bloke staggers in through the front door...gets to the bar, and the landlord Bob Lamb (legend) says to him politely 'Not tonight mate, you've had enough'
He mumbles something and staggers back out.
10 mins later, he comes in through the vault door and asks for a drink again. Bob says the same thing to him....to which he slurs 'Fuck me, how many pubs have you got?'
True story...saw it myself...
He mumbles something and staggers back out.
10 mins later, he comes in through the vault door and asks for a drink again. Bob says the same thing to him....to which he slurs 'Fuck me, how many pubs have you got?'
True story...saw it myself...
Bigg Bigg Blue
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MCFCTrick said:
Good old Bob, him and Denise ended up in Dukinfield with the Newbrough and you are right, he was a top bloke.
I could write a 20 page thread on my own about wierd shit I've seen in pubs over the last 30 odd years. But the ref one above reminded me of one I'd forgotten about from about 10 years ago.
Was boozing in a pub in Moss Side one afternoon when two blokes walked in, ballied up, waving machettes around and demanded the takings.
Anyone who's seen the programme where Paul Calf tries to rob the Post Office and the woman behind the counter starts calling him Paul, will get the picture. The landlord and most of the locals immediately reconized them as two, well known, local brothers. But he hands over the takings and the whole pub watches as they triumphantly run into their house, directly facing the pub.
Was boozing in a pub in Moss Side one afternoon when two blokes walked in, ballied up, waving machettes around and demanded the takings.
Anyone who's seen the programme where Paul Calf tries to rob the Post Office and the woman behind the counter starts calling him Paul, will get the picture. The landlord and most of the locals immediately reconized them as two, well known, local brothers. But he hands over the takings and the whole pub watches as they triumphantly run into their house, directly facing the pub.
Rascal
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The lads in my local used to do a minibus to lots of away games. I used to drive the bus as i got a free day, free ticket, free travel, dinner bought and a double JD from everyone on return to my local.
In return i used to open my local up early so we could meet and have a beer and wait for everyone to turn up.
One morning we were going to Southampton and we had arranged to meet at 5-30am. I had my own keys to the pub and let myself in around 5-15am and the karaoke was still in full swing. The police station was next door lol. When i walked in the Karoake ended as the guy who run it who was mindless went backwards from his chair straight through the window whilst singing bye bye american pie lol
The lads all arrived and the pub was heaving at 6am. We left, good run in Soton by 10-30am with a stop for brekkie. After the game the rules of the bus were one stop for booze, one stop nr Brum for a piss and we were back in Manc for 9-15pm.
I dropped the lads and parked the van, walked in and i had 16 double JDs on the bar. The lads were apparently still playing cards at 5am by midnight i was in bed with broken ribs :(
In return i used to open my local up early so we could meet and have a beer and wait for everyone to turn up.
One morning we were going to Southampton and we had arranged to meet at 5-30am. I had my own keys to the pub and let myself in around 5-15am and the karaoke was still in full swing. The police station was next door lol. When i walked in the Karoake ended as the guy who run it who was mindless went backwards from his chair straight through the window whilst singing bye bye american pie lol
The lads all arrived and the pub was heaving at 6am. We left, good run in Soton by 10-30am with a stop for brekkie. After the game the rules of the bus were one stop for booze, one stop nr Brum for a piss and we were back in Manc for 9-15pm.
I dropped the lads and parked the van, walked in and i had 16 double JDs on the bar. The lads were apparently still playing cards at 5am by midnight i was in bed with broken ribs :(
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Kakhaber Tskhadadze K.O.T.A. said:
Gamecock mate , Boundary Lane ... it hadn't long opened ..... sometime mid seventies when this particular incident happened.
It looked like this back then ...
I used to go in there and then on to the Phoenix (Booth St/Oxford Rd) on a lot of nights.
MCFCTrick
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Bigg Bigg Blue said:
They made the Robin a great pub. My missus even worked for him there for a short time. Marstons shafted him and ruined the pub sadly too. It's offices now...shame.
Went to see him at the Newborough a few times...his heart wasn't really in it there he said. Denise was lovely too...great girl. Bob sadly died a few years ago I heard....
Was you a regular/local then?
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Great thread