In the camp site at Le Mans a few years ago, a group of blokes had set up a bar in the campsite called The Wankers Arms. They'd obviously gone to some expense to get the sign properly made up.
You can always tell a classy area if The Anchor Inn hasn't had its sign graffitied.
The Strugglers...............Lincoln. Outside the castle walls where prisoners about to be hung would 'struggle' with the gaolers on their way to the gallows.
The bar snacks thread got me thinking, what's inn a name? Any great pub names you've come across in the past? Or does anyone have a name they'd want to call their pub?
Working on Fleet Street obviously Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese immediately springs to mind, and then there's Dirty Dicks over in Bishopsgate.
If I had my own pub it would celebrate all things pork and be called the Pig and Peacock, which is inspired by a trip to Maryon Wilson Park, where I once saw a peacock standing on the back of a pig in the animal enclosure there.
What names have you seen/would like to see?
There was a pub in Greens end Woolwich called Dirty Dicks, my sister had her wedding reception there. It has been closed for many years
My locals in sunny south Lincolnshire are ..the nags head or ...........SPANNERS BAR .someone must be taking the piss out of me and the only other Charlton fan in the village
When asking a mate what his local was, he replied, "The Churchill and the Beehive". I found out later that they were two separate pubs, which is a shame, I was hoping the sign would be poor old Winston being stung by bees.
I like the Half Crown in Benfleet, Essex. You might think it's a pretty standard name, but it was always called the Crown until, on the week that Britain went decimal a lorry crash took the front of the pub away.
Don't know why, but always seem to find myself drawn towards pubs called The Flying Scotsman, The Griffin and Browns.
Do any of those pubs still exist?
"A pound in the pot at all times". Those were the days.
The Griffin's definitely still there, and I believe Browns is as well, both continuing to provide the same high standard of cabaret entertainment.
I went in the Flying Scotsman a couple of months ago - as far as I know they never followed the market trend of increasing prices up to a pound in the pot, and steadfastly stuck to their principles of allowing perverts to watch naked women dancing provocatively for a mere 50p. Unfortunately, my visit was a heartbreaking one. They've given the place a new coat of paint and removed the stage, but not replaced it with anything, so now there's just a gaping hole filling the space that used to be occupied by gaping holes.
I was gutted, particularly as I'd been carrying around fifteen quid's worth of 50p pieces in my pocket all afternoon.
The Hung Drawn and Quartered points to a happy vibe.
I also always liked The Old Success Inn in Cornwall.
Then, just to revive useless fact of the day, I'll mention the common pub name The Chequers.
This has nothing to do with a game of draughts. Years ago, when many pubs used to brew their own ale, they often had one or more Wild Service Trees (Sorbus torminalis) in their yard. The fruit - called chequers - was used to flavour ale in much the same way that hops are now. The bark of old trees also has a chequered pattern.
They are now quite rare.
My local was called The Chequers. It was named after its location on Chequers Road
I did like "The Office" as I would go there after work, and if I was married at that age, I could have gotten home and said "Sorry love, I was in The Office all night." which I think was the point.
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The Strugglers...............Lincoln. Outside the castle walls where prisoners about to be hung would 'struggle' with the gaolers on their way to the gallows.
The Pyewipe Inn.....Lincoln.
Now we know why Meire is so late on a Saturday.
The Cock Inn
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There used to be a pub between Biggleswade and Cambridge called "The Ongly Arms", but everyone called it "The Scratching Cat". No idea why.
Go for a run then in the buff for a drink!!
I went in the Flying Scotsman a couple of months ago - as far as I know they never followed the market trend of increasing prices up to a pound in the pot, and steadfastly stuck to their principles of allowing perverts to watch naked women dancing provocatively for a mere 50p. Unfortunately, my visit was a heartbreaking one. They've given the place a new coat of paint and removed the stage, but not replaced it with anything, so now there's just a gaping hole filling the space that used to be occupied by gaping holes.
I was gutted, particularly as I'd been carrying around fifteen quid's worth of 50p pieces in my pocket all afternoon.
wierdunique wall art.