Loved union street late seventies into the eighties , met first mr k in a club called castaways , the forces were thriving , navy and army and marines , lots of fighting with locals , brilliant pubs then, always full , such a great night out . Waiting for a taxi at the rank for ages was the only downside , we often walked home pissed, a few of us together , it was miles away , good times.
Your post also takes me back about 45 years Kaz.
I first went to Plymouth in August 1979 with my new girlfriend ( we've now been married almost 44 years).
Her older sister was married to a sergeant in The Royal Marines and they lived in Plymton, which is on the outskirts of Plymouth.
We were there when The Fastnet Yacht Disaster was taking place ,so as you can imagine the weather was terrible, but we visited all the tourist spots while we were there.
And Barbara had already visited her sister for the Silver Jubilee in 1977, so she knew her way around the city centre, including the Barbican, The Hoe ( I think she said there was a beacon lit there in 1977) and as you mentioned Union Street, where we went for a drink or two in various pubs.
Some matelots once asked me which ship I was from,as I must have looked like a military type with my short cropped hair,but I just told them I was a civvy landlubber with no interest in naval affairs.
One thing that does stick in my memory is the number of military police officers who were in and out of the various pubs, trying to keep a lid on things.
We did the same holiday in 1980, but my brother in law left the Royal Marines in 1981 and he became a police officer with Norfolk Constabulary,so that curtailed our visits to Plymouth.