wackyjacky
Striker
It was along those lines in the 90’s
Thought I could remember it being summat like that so I avoided it. Like to pop in now and again now though.
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It was along those lines in the 90’s
The pub itself isn’t of my taste ,but every now and then I crave a smooth creamy pint of Fosters that is onpoint pint after pint .Thought I could remember it being summat like that so I avoided it. Like to pop in now and again now though.
The pub itself isn’t of my taste ,but every now and then I crave a smooth creamy pint of Fosters that is onpoint pint after pint .
Sinatra’s scratches that itch
I barred myself from thereBout time summit was done with it.
Don’t mind the place but it is infested with flea-bitten arsewipes who still think it’s 1976 and hopefully a refurb etc will see them off.
I barred myself from there
I met my ex wife in there, she was a barmaid around 1980.
I was asked by the doorman one night to stop anyone else coming in as time had been called. 3 lads turned up, I told them "its shut lads its time", "are you going to stop us coming in?" "Go straight up the stairs lads"
It was also the pub a lot of the lads would meet in before the match, and it used to open at 10:30 on a saturday, which was a big deal in those days.
I got f***ing smashed in there one boxing day before a game at Newcastle, on Double Maxim, then Southern Comfort, got the last train through, battered the fuckers outside the station before the match, I got a good kicking afterwards, and we got beat
The only pub I ever got stopped from going in for being underage ( home match against the mags but not Boxing Day ) replying I couldn't f***ing tell you to the bouncer about my date of birth didn't help.
Had to go in the Beehive and drink on my own till the lads came over .
No mobile phones in the. 70's
The Borough
The Beehive
The Blandford
The Vestry
The Continental
We must know each other by sight I reckon .
Remember when we first went in, early 90s used to stand in the corner between the door and the delightful toilets near the jukey. Old boy with a twitch at the bar always looking up to the door every 10 seconds.
Suddenly one night our quiet group was disturbed by a fight that came into the pub from the emergency exit that led onto the back street.
Nobody batted an eyelid as the fight continued in the pub after starting in the back street, was like the wild west for a few minutes and all arse over tit.
They wouldnt have been from Seaham or Murton in those days eitherThe best wild west event I ever saw was in The Continental, playing the mags at home, about a dozen of them in the corner when we got in, f***ing hell, bottles, pool balls, pool cues smashed mirrors, and barmaids screaming, not a hard lad by any means but ended up getting stitches in my hand from a bottle
They wouldnt have been from Seaham or Murton in those days either
Its been worse in its day and yet better as it was full of punters,the nearest we had to a Newcastle type rock bar.Not full on headbanging but welcoming to all and the Charva crowd hated it ,win win .Had my 40th birthday drink in there ,about 25 of us just having a few beers
He was on when I was in just before Christmas aye.Does Serge the crazy eastern European bouncer still run the doors there?