tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post2946656054056122271..comments2024-03-28T17:11:52.333+00:00Comments on The Pub Curmudgeon: Into the lions’ denCurmudgeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-32039538299898563942018-07-09T16:01:10.241+01:002018-07-09T16:01:10.241+01:00Matt,
I think the lesson from that sad story is th...Matt,<br />I think the lesson from that sad story is that you never know what might kick off in a pub that's got football on the television. The Stafford Mudgienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-78266119964012312442018-07-09T11:56:26.283+01:002018-07-09T11:56:26.283+01:00Only time I ever felt in physical danger was when ...Only time I ever felt in physical danger was when someone took a dislike to us (probably very irritating students in) 1978. Elderly gent suggested we were in genuine danger and offered to follow us out when we left, to check if we were OK. It was here.<br />https://pubs-of-manchester.blogspot.com/2011/07/osborne-victory-street.html<br /> Jonathan Bagleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17331501151709216753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-4106522590467452882018-07-09T11:09:41.936+01:002018-07-09T11:09:41.936+01:00Hasn't happened in the three that I was thinki...Hasn't happened in the three that I was thinking of. Blyth, Wallsend, Byker.electricpicshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09144970068645280352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-72904375002237703362018-07-09T11:02:38.479+01:002018-07-09T11:02:38.479+01:00Really enjoying reading this stuff. I used to live...Really enjoying reading this stuff. I used to live in a very down to earth (rough arsed) part of Liverpool and went to every pub for miles around. Got a few odd looks in a few and often had to wait until every regular had been served, but generally fine - often friendly and welcoming. Did get jumped on (from behind)in, I think, The Newstead Abbey, on Smithdown Road by a drunken regular and was thrown out and told to "Fuck off back to the Earl Marshall", my then local. Everybody knew everybodyaround there<br /><br />Nowadays being older, nobody bothers me. Mind you there are one or two pubs around here I'm wary of, but again, I have no reason to go there. You just have to exercise common sense and caution. If it feels totally wrong, don't go in.Tandlemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06804499573827044693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-1690280329395587742018-07-09T10:41:47.930+01:002018-07-09T10:41:47.930+01:00I'm not sure, but looking online I think that ...I'm not sure, but looking online I think that <a href="http://pubs-of-manchester.blogspot.com/2011/08/woolpack-meyrick-street.html" rel="nofollow">this</a> might have been the pub we went to in Pendleton. It closed in 2008, despite a local campaign to save it.Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00387170913578542671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-49968688450497389972018-07-09T06:58:46.070+01:002018-07-09T06:58:46.070+01:00The Pendleton pubs all went on police/council insi...The Pendleton pubs all went on police/council insistence I think after they became part of the battleground in the wars between and within the Salford and Moss Side gangs, including this <a href="https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/wild-west-shooting-salfords-brass-14014355" rel="nofollow">notorious incident</a>.Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00387170913578542671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-6923023364406809152018-07-09T00:09:51.218+01:002018-07-09T00:09:51.218+01:00no I think those kinds of pubs are still out there...no I think those kinds of pubs are still out there, Ive certainly experienced it over recent years in places around the country,like London,Nottingham,Milton Keynes,Colchester even the likes of Norwich or even closer to home and strangely it neednt be the pub specifically, just who is in the pub at the time.<br /><br />The thing that changes as you get older is you realise you arent forced to go into these places that you dont like and you tend to stick to places you do, and in unfamiliar territory you always go with the guideStonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02656315721111561414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-14372007533940390862018-07-08T23:36:33.050+01:002018-07-08T23:36:33.050+01:00With the smaller ones perhaps, but not at, say, th...With the smaller ones perhaps, but not at, say, the Blue Boar in Leicester or Black Dog in Whitstable. Some have music too, which helps like that.Alan Fearnsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-39135498156604375262018-07-08T23:13:47.547+01:002018-07-08T23:13:47.547+01:00Try "The Lord Nelson" in the town centre...Try "The Lord Nelson" in the town centre of Nelson, just up the road from Burnley, for an experience. It's known locally as "The Zoo"...<br />But seriously, avoid the pubs of Burnley and Nelson; if you are in that area go to the town of Colne to find the good pubs and micro bars.Andynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-18940131494785099532018-07-08T21:44:59.037+01:002018-07-08T21:44:59.037+01:00Staying a bit off topic.
Well in Banks's and H...Staying a bit off topic.<br />Well in Banks's and Hansons pubs the 24 fluid ounce glasses were most definitely unlined and I doubt how many customers would have accepted the explanation, if the bar staff knew it, for their pint appearing a good eighth of an inch short.<br />Weights and measures legislation nearly sixty years ago accepted that the meter could be the legal measure. Otherwise the over-sized unlined glasses commonplace in the Midlands, if not throughout the north, would not have been introduced. The Stafford Mudgienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-50387903699360931042018-07-08T21:17:43.768+01:002018-07-08T21:17:43.768+01:00Getting a bit off topic, but my recollection is th...Getting a bit off topic, but my recollection is that in the 1970s many oversized glasses *were* lined, but you accepted that the 1/8 inch the beer fell short of the line was accounted for by the head. It was only in the 1980s that the principle of "the meter is the measure" became generally accepted.Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-46563183739430860752018-07-08T19:00:37.455+01:002018-07-08T19:00:37.455+01:00Happy days indeed but the over-sized glasses weren...Happy days indeed but the over-sized glasses weren't lined as the electric pumps used 'government stamped' meters. I never got out to the Pendleton estate but remember Boddingtons from them in the Old Garratt.The Stafford Mudgienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-3173674644210550032018-07-08T17:17:30.635+01:002018-07-08T17:17:30.635+01:00Matt, my first experience of Boddington's Bitt...Matt, my first experience of Boddington's Bitter was in one of those flat-roof pubs on the Pendleton High-Rise Estate. I was a student at nearby Salford University, and that visit would have been sometime in late 1973.<br /><br />I don't recall any hostility, but until that occasion I'd never seen a bitter as pale as Boddington's, and assumed everyone was drinking lager! The beer was dispensed into over-sized, lined-glasses from electric pumps, with the horizontal glass cylinder, visible on the bar.<br /><br />I'd never tasted beer as bitter as Boddington's either. Happy days!<br /><br />Paul Baileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09678639237696546268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-77227535635313031662018-07-08T17:00:11.831+01:002018-07-08T17:00:11.831+01:00Yes indeed but just a few years after opening as a...Yes indeed but just a few years after opening as a shining beacon of respectability with clean surroundings a Wetherspoons venue can become the town's worst rat infested shithole.The Stafford Mudgienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-9702308454830983312018-07-08T16:40:17.265+01:002018-07-08T16:40:17.265+01:00Some small market towns are incredibly suspicious ...Some small market towns are incredibly suspicious of outsiders and while checking out all of a town’s sixteen pubs in 1999 I was confronted by a ‘local’ in one with “D’you come from round here?” and in another with “Which side of the river are you from?”, both times more rude than threatening although I dread to think how worse it might have been had my skin been a different colour to theirs.The Stafford Mudgienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-57881973141135948102018-07-08T16:24:09.006+01:002018-07-08T16:24:09.006+01:00I'd like to thank Cookie for the travel advice...I'd like to thank Cookie for the travel advice on Burnley as I may have to visit there for a couple of days next month. I have been to quite a number of pubs (over 8000 at last count) but have rarely encountered 'hostile incidents'. There was a pub locally which had a distinctly hostile atmosphere on my one visit but I soon twigged that it was the local drug dealing centre and then drunk up and left. Adopting what I think used to be called the 'Tetley Bittermen' approach helps - i.e. going into a pub as if you already know it, marching up to the bar and quickly settling on a beer without consulting a guide book or asking for an eggcup's worth first. The B&B posting seems to have been written originally for Americans who are often apprehensive about making a first visit anywhere. What struck me as odd was prominently listing the Vine in Brierley Hill (aka the Bull & Bladder, not the other way round) although this is distinctly off a normal tourist itinerary. However, perhaps the website publishers may have been looking for some more original pub suggestions? If so, I'd have been very tempted to also include the Crooked House which I don't think is that far away. Ian Wordennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-14132181789273188302018-07-08T14:54:03.584+01:002018-07-08T14:54:03.584+01:00WhatPub says of the nearby Pineapple, "Boiste...WhatPub says of the nearby <a href="https://whatpub.com/pubs/MAS/4369/pineapple-stockport" rel="nofollow">Pineapple</a>, <i>"Boisterous and lively keg boozer; the heart of Edgeley. Karaoke often heard all day."</i> That's more than enough information for Miranda Coke to steer clear.Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-90350932745858624992018-07-08T14:44:02.978+01:002018-07-08T14:44:02.978+01:00If an earnest young Guardianista couple walked int...If an earnest young Guardianista couple walked into the Jolly Crofter on Edgeley they would probably get some distinctly funny looks. But why would they anyway? Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-1522639971372206502018-07-08T13:56:40.880+01:002018-07-08T13:56:40.880+01:00CL,
Hinge and Bracket have always lived not far fr...CL,<br />Hinge and Bracket have always lived not far from me and it's only when they're 'dressed up' that they might possibly have any difficulty getting served. The Stafford Mudgienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-74015124721227261772018-07-08T13:48:18.904+01:002018-07-08T13:48:18.904+01:00Or even that you self select yourselves out of the...Or even that you self select yourselves out of the flat roof pubs and stick to peer reviewed CAMRA book recommendations? Dunno, mate. but that's that thought. The murderers arm's is still out there, but is ignored.Cooking Lagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830924433230427226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-10890653384383341212018-07-08T13:38:23.602+01:002018-07-08T13:38:23.602+01:00Fair point Cookie, but is that because we've a...Fair point Cookie, but is that because we've aged, and there's not much swagger to be got from shoving about some sixty-something, as many of the commenters here are?Alan Fearnsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-87510624162844598252018-07-08T13:31:42.797+01:002018-07-08T13:31:42.797+01:00Interesting that all the comments stories go back ...Interesting that all the comments stories go back decades. I suspect these types of pubs don't exist anymore. The shite hospitality being the reason.<br /><br />I recall going in a pub near Burnley train station once that has a threatening oppressive about to kick off atmosphere. We supped up and left sharpish and one reason I think maybe we were left alone was that we were a mixed group with women and the shaven headed tattoo's let us leave. But that was back in the early noughties. Getting on for 20 years. If you want to find such things I would guess heading to places like Burnley where the locals have 6 fingers and straight line family trees is the place to find them.<br /><br />Cooking Lagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830924433230427226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-48273038917731693582018-07-08T13:25:27.873+01:002018-07-08T13:25:27.873+01:00Let's be honest. If you ran a pub and Hinge an...Let's be honest. If you ran a pub and Hinge and Bracket walked in, you'd simply point at the door and say "No!"Cooking Lagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830924433230427226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-83012469811792661042018-07-08T09:02:27.693+01:002018-07-08T09:02:27.693+01:00In the late 80's when I was in the sixth form,...In the late 80's when I was in the sixth form, I went to an "A" Level French day at Salford University. At dinnertime, me and a couple of mates decided to look for somewhere to drink and walked into the nearby Pendleton estate. <br /><br />The first thing I remember is seeing a kid with a half-brick smashing the window of a staircase in a block of flats. We eventually came to a rather rough looking estate pub and went in, and the conversation actually stopped as it does in films (to be fair, our school uniforms did mark us out from the other customers). <br /><br />We went up to the bar where the woman laughed as she served us our halves of Boddies as we obviously weren't her usual clientele and then found some seats and ended up chatting to a guy who was equally amused by the incongruity of it. A few other people then drifted over to see this curiosity in their local, but again were friendly and still laughing bade us goodbye as we finished our drinks and left. <br />It would probably have been a different story in the evening. I can't remember the name of the pub, and very much doubt that it's still there.Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00387170913578542671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623537812609722663.post-59178985954380878042018-07-08T08:50:23.214+01:002018-07-08T08:50:23.214+01:00Yes, I often feel with micopubs is that either you...Yes, I often feel with micopubs is that either you're drawn into the conversation whether you want it or not, or you're cold-shouldered. <br /><br />And the 2019 GBG will include in our branch area a certain tied house in the suburban backwoods belonging to a family brewer situated on the other side of the Pennines, although obviously I'm not at liberty to name it. Very welcoming, in my experience, but some people will walk to it and wonder what they're letting themselves in for.Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02558747878308766840noreply@blogger.com