hayley77 said:
The Flash said:
Bloody hell, I've just remembered, The Hollywood at the back of Edgeley....dear god that was full of Helly Hansen clad pill heads bouncing about and gurning their faces to smithereens. A true horror story of a pub. It even had revolving front doors.
*shudders*
What about the pineapple on castle st....I've only ever popped my head in many years ago, the smell nearly made me pass out....full of stockports finest pisspots....literally
Indeed. And the Windsor castle on the opposite side? We once nipped in there on a Sunday stroll to be greeted by a one armed bloke rolling about on the floor. He had no top on, and was clearly wasted. The most surreal, bizarre pub experience I've ever had.