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Post by Weyland on Oct 1, 2010 9:39:21 GMT
I particularly like The Eel's Foot, somewhere in Suffolk. And the pub's as good as the name.  The Bank of Swans, Clapham/Balham. Just round the corner from where my sister lived in the 60s. Love the name, never had a drink there. The Doctor Syntax, Prudhoe. Probably spoilt now, but used to be a good traditional boozer. The Rat, near Hexham. It was like sitting in your auntie's front room, boozing and eating rock-cakes. Don't know what it's like now. |
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Post by aubrey on Oct 3, 2010 17:51:46 GMT
This should be a good thread, but I can't think of anything for it.
There was a place called The Idle Working Men's Club, but that was in a place called Idle (Bradford) and I never went into it anyway.
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Post by aubrey on Oct 3, 2010 17:54:39 GMT
Oh, the The Idle Cock, that was a good one. (The sign was good as well - can't find it - it was a cartoon picture of a cock lying about).
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Post by Weyland on Oct 3, 2010 17:59:11 GMT
Oh, the The Idle Cock, that was a good one. (The sign was good as well - can't find it - it was a cartoon picture of a cock lying about. We've all lied about that sort of thing, dontchaknow. |
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Post by Weyland on Oct 3, 2010 18:02:18 GMT
There was a place called The Idle Working Men's Club, but that was in a place called Idle (Bradford) and I never went into it anyway. Shame. Belongs in the City of London. Apart from the "Working" bit, obviously. |
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Post by housesparrow on Oct 9, 2010 6:16:01 GMT
The Twice Brewed at Hexham apparently got its name because 18th century navvies working on the new road were so disappointed at the weak beer they demanded it be brewed again.
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Post by Weyland on Oct 9, 2010 9:37:56 GMT
The Twice Brewed at Hexham apparently got its name because 18th century navvies working on the new road were so disappointed at the weak beer they demanded it be brewed again. Been there a few times. It's not actually in Hexham -- it's on the Military Road, not far from the Wall. Just along the road is the Once Brewed youth hostel. The Military Road (B6318) is a favourite race-track for bikers of the café-racer variety. It's long and more-or-less straight and gans up'n'doon. An early boss of mine in the computing game, circa 1976, was killed on that road when his BMW (car) left the road at one of the curves. Drink had been taken. Probably at the Twice Brewed. |
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Post by Patrick on Oct 9, 2010 12:08:32 GMT
 A short walk from my place is a pub called The Golden Ball. Not a different name in itself - but people will always refer to it as "The Golden Ball at Snatchems" It's on the banks of the River Lune - the cellar regularly floods on very high tides - and the "Snatchems" part comes from the story that that is where innocents would be 'pressganged' into 'joining' the Navy in the 1700's. Sadly the idle sod of a brewery who owns it is now hell bent on getting out of the pub trade - having already bulldozed a hotel they owned in the area turning it into an old folks home. It's up for sale.  |
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Post by housesparrow on Oct 9, 2010 16:40:21 GMT
The Twice Brewed at Hexham apparently got its name because 18th century navvies working on the new road were so disappointed at the weak beer they demanded it be brewed again. Been there a few times. It's not actually in Hexham -- it's on the Military Road, not far from the Wall. Just along the road is the Once Brewed youth hostel. The Military Road (B6318) is a favourite race-track for bikers of the café-racer variety. It's long and more-or-less straight and gans up'n'doon. An early boss of mine in the computing game, circa 1976, was killed on that road when his BMW (car) left the road at one of the curves. Drink had been taken. Probably at the Twice Brewed. Yes, I know it from when I walked the Wall trail, but we took refreshment at the Once Brewed - apparently so-called because it was opened by a famously teetotal lady who announced that nothing stronger than tea would be served, brewed only once. |
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Post by riotgrrl on Oct 9, 2010 17:06:35 GMT
I have been trying for ages to think of a local pub with an interesting name, but I can't really think of one.
It seems that in the cities the pubs just change their names all the time whenever they get a makeover and a new owner.
I suppose there's a couple in Edinburgh . . Mrs E's favourite of The Canny Man, and there's the Sheep's Heid in Duddingston.
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Post by Weyland on Oct 9, 2010 17:13:46 GMT
There's a pub in Alnwick known as The Dirty Bottles. It's really The/Ye Old(e) Cross(e). The rest is left as an exercise for the reader. It's not a particularly attractive pub, apart from the mythology attached to it.
Alnwick is, however, a lovely little town, which used to be the county town of Northumberland, and has the best second-hand bookshop I've ever been compelled to buy kilos of books in: Barter Books.
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Post by everso on Oct 9, 2010 22:09:24 GMT
The Cock Inn at Boreham (it's more of a restaurant now though) Actually, there are probably lots of Cock Inns but we used to go there with our kids when they were teenagers. There was always much sniggering from the back of the car. I think there's also one at Tillett, Herts.  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2010 0:32:48 GMT
the fighting cocks in st albans is a good un.. it is one of a handful of pubs laying claim to be the UK's oldest public house.. its a loverly old fashioned, low ceilinged hobbit kinda tavern. the name is from the times when they used to make chickens do punch-ups on each other. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2010 0:50:04 GMT
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Post by everso on Oct 17, 2010 10:34:38 GMT
There's a pub just outside Chelmsford that often has Morris dancers in the summer. I always feel a bit silly watching them, frankly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2010 10:45:50 GMT
i likes em! havent a clue what goes through their minds nor what possesses them to partake in such a frivolous display of gaiety, but its qwuite joyous anyway. |
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Post by everso on Oct 17, 2010 11:12:32 GMT
Oh, I agree. I'd hate to see Morris dancing disappear. But I think it's the English in me, getting embarrassed and feeling self-conscious for the blokes mincing around.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2010 11:23:42 GMT
yessss, they should definetely stick around. i used to watch them dancing on the green outside the artichoke pub in croxley green. they used to n'alf get bladdered as well, them dancing kurious drunken twerps. |
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Post by Weyland on Oct 17, 2010 11:24:36 GMT
There's a pub just outside Chelmsford that often has Morris dancers in the summer. I always feel a bit silly watching them, frankly. They call them teams. There's a unisex team in Shrewsbury (at least two teams that dance together). (Or should that be bisex?)  One could never be bored . . .  Some will even pose for the camera . . .  |
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Post by aubrey on Nov 7, 2010 13:48:21 GMT
There's a working men's club near my mother's (an ex-mining area: so there's a fair bit of emphysema around) called The Spit and Whisper.
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