En route to Rochdale a couple of years back we stopped off in a pub in Huddersfield. A sign on the door as we entered said 'no spitting.' Do people need to be told that?
Once inside we were told there were no draught beers. A teen mum in the corner was feeding her baby cheesy chips. We left quite soon after arriving. Fortunately we found plenty of decent pubs in Rochdale.
An honourable mention for a Bradford pub, I asked where the gents loo was and was told "we don't have one."
Walkabout in Burnley was utterly grim. Stared at constantly by the locals. That whole town is something else though.
We went to one is West Brom one boxing day, early 90's. Absolute hole with shyte beer. Funniest thing was when a cab turned up looked at us 4 (all bald and white) and said "cab for Singh"? We just looked at each other said "yes" and got in it to the ground.
We went to one is West Brom one boxing day, early 90's. Absolute hole with shyte beer. Funniest thing was when a cab turned up looked at us 4 (all bald and white) and said "cab for Singh"? We just looked at each other said "yes" and got in it to the ground.
Thats proper made me laugh !
I remember another indian run pub at west brim that had a foodboard which listed out abou 142 curries, and at the bottom it just said 'Fish'
There was a pub at Norwich, we went in and did wonder why it was empty, being so close to the ground. As our eyes adjusted to the gloom, we began to see why....!
The beer was foul, and as we'd already had a few elsewhere, the call of nature needed to be answered. Found our way to the bogs through the murk and......well, lets just say it wasn't for the squeamish.
I realised that night that when Les Dawson talked about places being so filthy that the rats wear overalls, it wasn't a joke, it was based on research.
There was a pub at West Ham where the furniture was bolted to the floor...
Are you sure bolts were needed? The last time I was in the Boleyn, quite late admittedly after being in one of the corporate boxes, it was a struggle to lift our feet from the glue-like floor (carpet and wood) of God-knows-what that had been spilled on it throughout the day!!
I remember a pub in Burnley on a Tuesday night,horrible place with a glitterball hanging from the ceiling,us trying to keep a low profile and one of our crowd who will remain nameless pointing to the glitterball exclaiming "F**k me it's Top of the Pops" i think we drank up and left soon after that.
went to one in hull pretty much outside the ground, need i say anymore, later that night we spoke to a guy in scunthorpe who said " you only go to hull for 2 things to go in prison and to come out of prison"
went to one in hull pretty much outside the ground, need i say anymore, later that night we spoke to a guy in scunthorpe who said " you only go to hull for 2 things to go in prison and to come out of prison"
And that was from a guy from Scunthorpe! Talk about pots and kettles....
Irish centre is fine provided you get there early and buy your quota in one go! Mind you, sat in what I thought was a nice gaff in Whitstable - then Faithless came on the jukebox. Is there anywhere I can escape Palace? And yep Andy, The Rocket was a total hovel!
I was in the Huddersfield pub with ninegoalswentpastperry. It was called the Spotted Cow. My recollection is that that there was more than one teen mum treating the kids to cheesy chips. To be fair though none of them broke the "no spitting" edict.
Going back to the start of the 80s we drove to Sunderland and stopped at a large roadside pub on the outskirts. It was called the North Moor. Some of its windows were boarded up and a couple were broken and left expose to the elements. The pub was open though. it remains to this day the only pub I've been to and not had the bollox to go in.
Also remember an absolute shit hole in Scunthorpe when we lost 0-1. Got in there at about 1130 and it was packed and stunk of piss. Pint of lager was £1.04. Extraordinary
En route to Rochdale a couple of years back we stopped off in a pub in Huddersfield. A sign on the door as we entered said 'no spitting.' Do people need to be told that?
Once inside we were told there were no draught beers. A teen mum in the corner was feeding her baby cheesy chips. We left quite soon after arriving. Fortunately we found plenty of decent pubs in Rochdale.
An honourable mention for a Bradford pub, I asked where the gents loo was and was told "we don't have one."
Walkabout in Burnley was utterly grim. Stared at constantly by the locals. That whole town is something else though.
But The Turf 300 yards from the ground was doing stella at £1.50 a pint
The Continental Fun Bar (in a park in Coventry...late 80's) would take some beating.
C.F.B. in Coventry was pretty grim, as was the place that you and I went to before a Man City game at Maine Road, where some local bloke managed to p*ss himself in the Gents' Toilet and came out of the khazi with the mother of all p*ss patches! Bearing in mind this was on a Saturday lunchtime, gives people an idea as to what a class establishment this was. Can't remember the name of it fortunately.
Uncle Jack's Cabin at Blackburn was pretty ordinary too.
Some great stories on this thread - can I register another vote for Coventry?
There was a pub near the old ground that had the biggest, scariest bouncer I think I've ever seen (I'm six and a half feet tall or thereabouts, but he made me feel like a midget). That turned out to be quite fortunate, because I seem to remember the locals being just a tad hostile but no one would have contemplated upsetting that fella in the slightest. I think you can probably guess the state the place was in - it was in Coventry, after all....
Speaking of massive bouncers - I'll never forget the absolute monster of a man on the door at a pub near the Sunderland ground about 10 years ago (was the 2-2 draw). His hands alone were frightening. One pie in just the one hand.
Remember the Tiger's Head in Leicester too. Very rotund man stood outside it eating toast. Tried to enter only to be told "nah lads" as the residue of his breakfast landed on my shoulder...
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Once inside we were told there were no draught beers. A teen mum in the corner was feeding her baby cheesy chips. We left quite soon after arriving. Fortunately we found plenty of decent pubs in Rochdale.
An honourable mention for a Bradford pub, I asked where the gents loo was and was told "we don't have one."
Walkabout in Burnley was utterly grim. Stared at constantly by the locals. That whole town is something else though.
I remember another indian run pub at west brim that had a foodboard which listed out abou 142 curries, and at the bottom it just said 'Fish'
The beer was foul, and as we'd already had a few elsewhere, the call of nature needed to be answered. Found our way to the bogs through the murk and......well, lets just say it wasn't for the squeamish.
I realised that night that when Les Dawson talked about places being so filthy that the rats wear overalls, it wasn't a joke, it was based on research.
The Tropics bermondsey.
A pub we found in Stevenage was piss poor too, cannot remember the name though.
Going back to the start of the 80s we drove to Sunderland and stopped at a large roadside pub on the outskirts. It was called the North Moor. Some of its windows were boarded up and a couple were broken and left expose to the elements. The pub was open though. it remains to this day the only pub I've been to and not had the bollox to go in.
Also remember an absolute shit hole in Scunthorpe when we lost 0-1. Got in there at about 1130 and it was packed and stunk of piss. Pint of lager was £1.04. Extraordinary
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We went to a hovel in stockport one time a real bad un
Was followed in by these two spotter OB who might aswell of had sirens on their swedes
But we also got offered out by a group of 14 yr olds on the way back to the station so was a funny day all round really
Uncle Jack's Cabin at Blackburn was pretty ordinary too.
There was a pub near the old ground that had the biggest, scariest bouncer I think I've ever seen (I'm six and a half feet tall or thereabouts, but he made me feel like a midget). That turned out to be quite fortunate, because I seem to remember the locals being just a tad hostile but no one would have contemplated upsetting that fella in the slightest. I think you can probably guess the state the place was in - it was in Coventry, after all....