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Worst pubs you have ever frequented...
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reddishblue
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Has anyone mentioned the Bay Horse in Longsight yet?
johnny on the spot
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Fab Cafe was pretty gruesome.
peoffrey
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reddishblue said:Has anyone mentioned the Bay Horse in Longsight yet?
Rings a bell. Was it directly on Stockport Road? I was going for a Kebab after 5th Avenue once and the Police were banging on the door because they'd blatantly had a lock in. We were Students in Longsight (cheap rent) so it was literally trying a Pub once and never going back. The Wetherspoons was OK at a push but that was it.
It was either the clock face, or the Seven Starsblue underpants said:DiscoSteve said:Went to college in the mid 80's in Openshaw at the College set back from Ashton Old Road
Our 'faves' were The Grey Mare - now buried under Alan Turing Way/Pottery Lane junction
full of old men asleep over their Chesters Bitter
After we were barred for blocking the pool table pockets with beermats we upgraded to the The Leigh Arms (up Ashton Old Road a bit away from town) - another dive, but still there.
We also went in some old crypt of a shit hole on the south side of Ashton Old Road about 100 yards into town from the Grey Mare facing the deck access flats - I know not its name but it truly was horrendous.
I used to live behind the Malt Shovels - it was ALWAYS a shit hold but amazingly is still open
And The Star was my favoured boozer in Cheadle - played for the Darts Team back in the 80's - it was most definitely an acquired taste :-)
DiscoSteve
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The Clock Face was north of Ashton Old Road - during the early years at thew new ground, we used to drop off there with the Bredbury Blues Supporters Coachblue underpants said:It was called the Clock FaceDiscoSteve said:We also went in some old crypt of a shit hole on the south side of Ashton Old Road about 100 yards into town from the Grey Mare facing the deck access flats - I know not its name but it truly was horrendous.
BlueMoonRisin’
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Stayed in a pub in Chipping Sodbury in Wiltshire several years ago. Myself and two workmates stayed the night on the recommendation of Colin, who had previously stayed there.
Walked in, and i the carpet was like walking on glue, beer sodden shithole. Had a swift pint then went upstairs to the triple room. I was last in, and just like the tale of the three bears, i got the worst fuckin' bed. Lay down on the mattress and a spring poked through grazing my back, bed lumpy as fuck that a tramp would of refused. The room was niccotine srained, net curtains like some grim victorian Dickens novel, dimly lit by a bare flickering 20w bulb. Television was so old it was probably a John Logie Baird prototype!
I thought fuck this, i'm going for a shower. Went into the bathroom halfway down the hall and opened the cubicle door, for it to fall off in my hand. I turned on the shower to regulate the temp. Just as i was shampooing my hair, the fuckin' temp shot up, nearly boiling my alive. Lather in my eyes, i was screaming, fumbling for the knob. Found it to turn it down, screaming as it quickly went ice cold. Got out, still blinded by lather to then have a strip wash in a corner sink, the size of a chippy tray!
I got dressed, went out, got pissed to avoid being waken up from the bedbugs. Fortunatly, i slept well to wake up hungry for breakfast. Went downstairs to meet the landlady who looked like Lemmy's mam. "Would you like a cooked breakfast?" she asked. "Yes, ok thanks." She went into the kitchen to cook up an artery busting lardfest that looked like it was done in sump oil! Now i like a good breakast, especially when working away, but i couldn't shift this for it was a brekkie that coud of grounded a flock of pidgeons! I paid her £20 and went upstairs to pack. After a good dump, i tried in vain to sink the bismarck. Bog would not flush, so i lost it in frustration, ripping the bloody cistern off the wall in sheer anger.
I've stayed in places the length and breath of the uk but that was the worst pub/B&B iv'e ever stayed in.
Walked in, and i the carpet was like walking on glue, beer sodden shithole. Had a swift pint then went upstairs to the triple room. I was last in, and just like the tale of the three bears, i got the worst fuckin' bed. Lay down on the mattress and a spring poked through grazing my back, bed lumpy as fuck that a tramp would of refused. The room was niccotine srained, net curtains like some grim victorian Dickens novel, dimly lit by a bare flickering 20w bulb. Television was so old it was probably a John Logie Baird prototype!
I thought fuck this, i'm going for a shower. Went into the bathroom halfway down the hall and opened the cubicle door, for it to fall off in my hand. I turned on the shower to regulate the temp. Just as i was shampooing my hair, the fuckin' temp shot up, nearly boiling my alive. Lather in my eyes, i was screaming, fumbling for the knob. Found it to turn it down, screaming as it quickly went ice cold. Got out, still blinded by lather to then have a strip wash in a corner sink, the size of a chippy tray!
I got dressed, went out, got pissed to avoid being waken up from the bedbugs. Fortunatly, i slept well to wake up hungry for breakfast. Went downstairs to meet the landlady who looked like Lemmy's mam. "Would you like a cooked breakfast?" she asked. "Yes, ok thanks." She went into the kitchen to cook up an artery busting lardfest that looked like it was done in sump oil! Now i like a good breakast, especially when working away, but i couldn't shift this for it was a brekkie that coud of grounded a flock of pidgeons! I paid her £20 and went upstairs to pack. After a good dump, i tried in vain to sink the bismarck. Bog would not flush, so i lost it in frustration, ripping the bloody cistern off the wall in sheer anger.
I've stayed in places the length and breath of the uk but that was the worst pub/B&B iv'e ever stayed in.
andyhinch
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I know it's not a pub but the masters in Stockport got some nutters in the jack and gill had and interesting striptease Friday afternoons if memory serves me right, and anywhere in Ashton after dark
ohfk
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the kippax wall said:cockneycarparkm32 said:Midland now the Metropolitan near Didsbury.
Grey Parrot in Hulme
Yates`s near Chorlton bus station back in the 80`s
A pub on the Falls Rd in Belfast - more like a shebeen with cans and two types of whiskey
The lively lobster on the racecourse in Sale
O`briens in Stretford .
The Midland was the best pub in Manchester (MVITA). The Metropolitan is shit!!
Thank you , I was gonna post this myself. Fonzo still living the dream :)