So many to choose from. In the 70s, The Eagle at the top of Brewer Street, nice easy walk from my Youth Club and guaranteed under age drinking. The Bin, fairly obviously for a lover of Rock music of my generation, and The Fant Arms, sadly no longer there, which was the closest pub to my school that had no teachers in it at lunch time. Also an honorary mention for The Ship which took over from The Bin in my affections when they foolishly tried to ban denim and leather, and where I met my wife.
This Saturday it will be the Society Rooms, the Druids and finally Kala Red
“ What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love"
There is no easy way to describe the rifle volunteer. Personally i dont like the place its like sitting in a morgue (im assuming they are quiet and depressing!) alan the landlord has a very very ill wife whose bedridden and a couple of times my parents have got bk from there and said shes been pleading for him to go upstairs and see her. I just feel uncomfortable in there