It was the summer I left school so either 85/86 and I was 15. My parents were friends of Roy and I walked up and asked for a pint of lager (probably my last ever as I found brown ale) He looked at me and said "you are almost 18 aren't you?" Them were the days. I lived on Oxford Road and I spent most nights in there with a pint (or just coke) playing pool and beating all that dared to play me
Amazing jukebox, 2 pool tables, pinball, quiz machines, god I loved those years. Even though my anxiety was sky high, being a great pool player was one hell of a mask