the police prefer away fans to use the Angerstein.
Almost nearer to Brighton.
The angerstein really isn’t THAT far , it’s a couple of minutes on from the Pickwick (RIP) which was a standard home pub. But anyway, more to the point, it’s 30 seconds walk from westcombe park station which is much easier to just jump on a late train for 2 mins , 1 stop, than London Bridge.
i think it’s a good shout
Good luck doing that walk in 30 seconds.
🙄 you get my point. It’s no distance and an very easy place to drink pre match
Anchor and Hope has been packed with aways from Derby, Ipswich, Coalville, Brighton and Sheff W. With a really healthy following from Bristol Rovers too. Apparently Derby were a complete nightmare (damage) but I was in there for the others and it was fine. Staff have been brilliant at serving everyone quickly.
We tend to booze at the abbey Arms now then a train 10 mins to the game.
After the swan went I have no interest in drinking in charlton tbh
My Son and I have also just started to do that. Impressed with the new look Abbey, nice beer, and the Guy in charge is a nice bloke. Gave us all free Pizzas last time! And as you say at the Ground in no time.
We tend to booze at the abbey Arms now then a train 10 mins to the game.
After the swan went I have no interest in drinking in charlton tbh
My Son and I have also just started to do that. Impressed with the new look Abbey, nice beer, and the Guy in charge is a nice bloke. Gave us all free Pizzas last time! And as you say at the Ground in no time.
I’ve just googled that. Crikey, that’s some change there in both pub and the surroundings 😳
An improvement from its Newshopper Pub Spy visit from 2011
JUST as a nugget of gold can be found in muddy river waters, brass among the muck and diamonds in the rough, the unforgivably repellent Abbey Arms is the meeting place for a genuinely wonderful music group.
Opened by Boy George in April, the free guitar workshop for visually impaired people runs at the boozer five days a week and is without a doubt a worthy cause.
However, it’s unlikely the Karma Chameleon star and human Etch-A-Sketch will be popping into this run-down, chav-infested dive again any time soon.
Inside and outside, the pub is a little like the former Culture Club singer’s head — mostly bare except for the ill-advised and unsightly decorations of a man either drunk or bereft of good taste.
Its close proximity to Abbey Wood station is a bonus as you may want to make a speedy escape.
Unfortunately, I had time to kill until my train back to civilisation so took a deep breath and walked sheepishly into the shabby looking pub, carefully negotiating the smokers loitering at the entrance.
In true Spaghetti Western style, the staff and punters lining the bar froze, put down their drinks and turned around to examine the brave “outsider”.
Gulping, I nervously approached the barmaid — half-dressed in a cheap tracksuit, hoop earrings dangling from her lobes and her hair scraped back in a Croydon face-lift.
With no ale available at the time, the shields turned around, I settled for lager and she smiled warily as I ordered a pint of Kronenbourg (a reasonable £3.35).
It was a friendly but unnerving welcome, so I quickly took my tipple to the nearest table, keeping my head down and trying to avoid eye contact.
I shifted uneasily on the grey, grubby cushioned bench by the window, which may or may not have been cleaned since the 70s, watching out of the corner of my eye what looked like the cast of Shameless, guzzling on beer and cackling like a coven of heavy smoking, sozzled witches.
With no music playing at the time, there was little in the way of ambience and I was left pondering the sorry state of local watering holes in the deafening silence.
Then, as if the pub gods had heard my plea for a sound other than the man at the bar coughing up a kidney, the jukebox jumped into action.
However, no sooner had the first beats and synthesised notes of some awful boyband’s one-hit wonder begun blaring through the speakers was I praying for the offending noise to stop.
There’s a pool table and games machines to pass the time, but even if you missed your train, haven’t drunk a drop all day and are dying of dehydration, don’t even think about falling into the arms of the Abbey.
Unless of course you also look like you were dragged out of the gutter.
Usually meet @TelMc32 in the Bull in Woolwich before home games, then jump on a train to the ground. It would be open for much longer as it’s coming down for the new swimming pool. Had thought about the Abbey arms, it just a little out of both our ways, or maybe Hardys at Maze Hill.
We tend to booze at the abbey Arms now then a train 10 mins to the game.
After the swan went I have no interest in drinking in charlton tbh
My Son and I have also just started to do that. Impressed with the new look Abbey, nice beer, and the Guy in charge is a nice bloke. Gave us all free Pizzas last time! And as you say at the Ground in no time.
I’ve just googled that. Crikey, that’s some change there in both pub and the surroundings 😳
The brewery that took on the Abbey Arms also bought my local The Star. They have turned both pubs around completely and I’m often in the Star. We love it.
Has Blackheath rugby club been mentioned? All downhill to the ground.
I haven’t been in there for years, but they had the best pint of Guinness outside of Ireland I have ever had.
Blackheath don't play there now - moved to Eltham. I thought the Rectory Field was now members only.
The famous Askeans now play at Rectory Field and as far as I know all are welcome to have a drink there - certainly when Askeans are playing at home. Just say you've come to support the boys in blue and black!
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Crikey, that’s some change there in both pub and the surroundings 😳
JUST as a nugget of gold can be found in muddy river waters, brass among the muck and diamonds in the rough, the unforgivably repellent Abbey Arms is the meeting place for a genuinely wonderful music group.
Opened by Boy George in April, the free guitar workshop for visually impaired people runs at the boozer five days a week and is without a doubt a worthy cause.
However, it’s unlikely the Karma Chameleon star and human Etch-A-Sketch will be popping into this run-down, chav-infested dive again any time soon.
Inside and outside, the pub is a little like the former Culture Club singer’s head — mostly bare except for the ill-advised and unsightly decorations of a man either drunk or bereft of good taste.
Its close proximity to Abbey Wood station is a bonus as you may want to make a speedy escape.
Unfortunately, I had time to kill until my train back to civilisation so took a deep breath and walked sheepishly into the shabby looking pub, carefully negotiating the smokers loitering at the entrance.
In true Spaghetti Western style, the staff and punters lining the bar froze, put down their drinks and turned around to examine the brave “outsider”.
Gulping, I nervously approached the barmaid — half-dressed in a cheap tracksuit, hoop earrings dangling from her lobes and her hair scraped back in a Croydon face-lift.
With no ale available at the time, the shields turned around, I settled for lager and she smiled warily as I ordered a pint of Kronenbourg (a reasonable £3.35).
It was a friendly but unnerving welcome, so I quickly took my tipple to the nearest table, keeping my head down and trying to avoid eye contact.
I shifted uneasily on the grey, grubby cushioned bench by the window, which may or may not have been cleaned since the 70s, watching out of the corner of my eye what looked like the cast of Shameless, guzzling on beer and cackling like a coven of heavy smoking, sozzled witches.
With no music playing at the time, there was little in the way of ambience and I was left pondering the sorry state of local watering holes in the deafening silence.
Then, as if the pub gods had heard my plea for a sound other than the man at the bar coughing up a kidney, the jukebox jumped into action.
However, no sooner had the first beats and synthesised notes of some awful boyband’s one-hit wonder begun blaring through the speakers was I praying for the offending noise to stop.
There’s a pool table and games machines to pass the time, but even if you missed your train, haven’t drunk a drop all day and are dying of dehydration, don’t even think about falling into the arms of the Abbey.
Unless of course you also look like you were dragged out of the gutter.
All downhill to the ground.
We don't want any rifraf turning up.