What is the roughest pub you have ever been to?

In the top hose in Port Clarence one Friday lunchtime a dog wandered over to where the stripper was performing and took a dump, very apt social commentary from the critical canine there. Stripper just carried on and no-one had cleaned it up by the time I left. Rough all round.

have never felt scared in a pub to be honest.
 
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weststandwally said:
I don't classify any of the pubs in Billingham being in the same category as a lot of the others mentioned on here.
Those quoted were generally frequented by the younger element and could get a touch volatile later in the night
but certainly not the sort of bars that are basically ran by the local criminal fraternity.
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Yeah that’s right, I was always in the Stoney from 200 until it was closed, the reason there was a few fights was because the place would have close to a 100 16-19yr olds who’d had a couple pints to many (me included).
 
Great thread this, so I'll add a couple more from when I lived in Felling a few years ago

Used to pub league pool on a Wednesday and an away trip one night was to the springwell which is in wrekenton. Custom was the home pub put on some bait, when it was at our place the landlady did a massive chilli or curry and rice, or sometimes a big pizza order with plenty of side dishes. Most pubs put on a decent spread. At the springwell the landlord basically bought a dozen bags of chips, nowt else, from a nearby chippy, and just dumped then on the bar. It was the norm to let the away team tuck in first. One particular fixture here all went as above but as soon as the bags of chips were unceremoniously dumped on the bar and we made our way over, this lump of a man came over and barged his way to the chips and proceeded to fill 2 pint glasses and one of those big rectangular plastic ashtrays you used to get with chips and went and sat back down. This constituted about half of the offering. Our team captain asked what the craic here was and was told: you go and tell him then. The rest of the bar locals came over and started nicking all our pints, but the type of creatures these regulars were, it just wasn't worth the aggro. We chose to lose that fixture

In felling we decided to have NYE in the top bay horse. We were in early doors so I went into the pool room, sat down and rummaged around for a 50p to stick on the table, but I dropped it down the back of the bench seat so started to fish it out but was immediately told not to as that's where 'the lads' kept a stash of baseball bats, knives and a gun or two. That focused my attention a bit so pied the pool off even though I wasn't sure I fully believed it. Fast forward an hour or so and I fully believed it: a bloke came in and walked straight to the bar we were sat very close to. Pulled up his trouser leg and from his sock took out a huge kitchen knife, passed it to the lass behind the bar and said "keep a hold of this til later". She didn't bat an eyelid, just took it from him and put it behind the bar. I really didn't want to find out what was in store for later so me and the wife made our excuses to the group we were with and came home. Talking to one of our friends we were with that night who drank in there quite frequently, she said there was a lock in after seeing the new year in and all hell broke loose, tables chairs and allsorts getting chucked about. 2 people taken to hospital with stab wounds and another 2 after having been beaten with pool cues and baseball bats. No shootings though to my knowledge. This was one place that was very much run by the local criminal fraternity, some fairly serious gangsters

Turns out we won £20 on a domino card we'd put a couple of quid on, but I declined to call in to collect my winnings!
 
El Guapo said:
In the top hose in Port Clarence one Friday lunchtime a dog wandered over to where the stripper was performing and took a dump, very apt social commentary from the critical canine there. Stripper just carried on and no-one had cleaned it up by the time I left. Rough all round.

have never felt scared in a pub to be honest.
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Been in there for a few on a friday lunchtime when the stripper was on a few times. The first time I noticed everyone else had overalls on. Should have known better.... I was the one that ended up covered in oil
 
My Dad was a lorry driver for BRS in Thornaby- Chapel St. There was a pub at the end of the street opposite Bob Alexander's SAAB garage. The drivers called it the 'Top House' it's real name escapes me. It was close to the bridge over the Tees before you get to Stockton. It was an absolute hell hole.
Dad, and the rest of the crew. were made redundant in 1984 and decided to have their 'do' in there...... Me and a couple of other sons volunteered themselves as drivers for the night, and so 10 -12 truckers rocked up with plenty of cash to have a final night out. A lot of drivers were ex services, as some on here will know. So we have lorry drivers, suited and booted, and a great night- even the regulars enjoyed it, as they were drinking free all night :) The pub was as rough as you could imagine, but had it's own charm.
The inevitable lock in happened, and then about 12.30 the door was broken down and we were faced with a group of around 8 of Thornaby's finest.
One of the drivers was Scottish and had dressed up for the occasion in full dress- kilt, the whole works. Peter was a lovely bloke, soft spoken, polite, handsome- the ladies were always attracted to him. Peter was also ex SAS, and since leaving was earning a great deal instructing martial arts and guerilla warfare techniques to his ex regiment. But he was wearing a kilt...............

So it started- Who's the puff in the skirt, and all that. My guts were dropping out to be honest (being a sober driver for the night didn't help) My Dad squeezed my leg with a smile and said 'Watch this'....

Peter stood up and informed the gatecrashers that they had 10 seconds to get out of there otherwise none of them would ever walk again. I loved the calmness. 'We didn't invite you, you aren't welcome' :) He made them have a whip round to fix the door.
They couldn't get out of there fast enough.

I've not seen anything quite like it before or since
 
BoroinBuxton said:
My Dad was a lorry driver for BRS in Thornaby- Chapel St. There was a pub at the end of the street opposite Bob Alexander's SAAB garage. The drivers called it the 'Top House' it's real name escapes me. It was close to the bridge over the Tees before you get to Stockton. It was an absolute hell hole.
Dad, and the rest of the crew. were made redundant in 1984 and decided to have their 'do' in there...... Me and a couple of other sons volunteered themselves as drivers for the night, and so 10 -12 truckers rocked up with plenty of cash to have a final night out. A lot of drivers were ex services, as some on here will know. So we have lorry drivers, suited and booted, and a great night- even the regulars enjoyed it, as they were drinking free all night :) The pub was as rough as you could imagine, but had it's own charm.
The inevitable lock in happened, and then about 12.30 the door was broken down and we were faced with a group of around 8 of Thornaby's finest.
One of the drivers was Scottish and had dressed up for the occasion in full dress- kilt, the whole works. Peter was a lovely bloke, soft spoken, polite, handsome- the ladies were always attracted to him. Peter was also ex SAS, and since leaving was earning a great deal instructing martial arts and guerilla warfare techniques to his ex regiment. But he was wearing a kilt...............

So it started- Who's the puff in the skirt, and all that. My guts were dropping out to be honest (being a sober driver for the night didn't help) My Dad squeezed my leg with a smile and said 'Watch this'....

Peter stood up and informed the gatecrashers that they had 10 seconds to get out of there otherwise none of them would ever walk again. I loved the calmness. 'We didn't invite you, you aren't welcome' :) He made them have a whip round to fix the door.
They couldn't get out of there fast enough.

I've not seen anything quite like it before or since
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Is that the one that is now Dubliners? If so I used to go in there back in late 80s early 90sand play pool in the back room, was very shabby but I never had any bother.
 
El Guapo said:
Is that the one that is now Dubliners? If so I used to go in there back in late 80s early 90sand play pool in the back room, was very shabby but I never had any bother.
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No idea! I'm going to look it up. It's annoying me I can't remember the name of it.
 
Artie Fufkin said:
Great thread this, so I'll add a couple more from when I lived in Felling a few years ago

Used to pub league pool on a Wednesday and an away trip one night was to the springwell which is in wrekenton. Custom was the home pub put on some bait, when it was at our place the landlady did a massive chilli or curry and rice, or sometimes a big pizza order with plenty of side dishes. Most pubs put on a decent spread. At the springwell the landlord basically bought a dozen bags of chips, nowt else, from a nearby chippy, and just dumped then on the bar. It was the norm to let the away team tuck in first. One particular fixture here all went as above but as soon as the bags of chips were unceremoniously dumped on the bar and we made our way over, this lump of a man came over and barged his way to the chips and proceeded to fill 2 pint glasses and one of those big rectangular plastic ashtrays you used to get with chips and went and sat back down. This constituted about half of the offering. Our team captain asked what the craic here was and was told: you go and tell him then. The rest of the bar locals came over and started nicking all our pints, but the type of creatures these regulars were, it just wasn't worth the aggro. We chose to lose that fixture

In felling we decided to have NYE in the top bay horse. We were in early doors so I went into the pool room, sat down and rummaged around for a 50p to stick on the table, but I dropped it down the back of the bench seat so started to fish it out but was immediately told not to as that's where 'the lads' kept a stash of baseball bats, knives and a gun or two. That focused my attention a bit so pied the pool off even though I wasn't sure I fully believed it. Fast forward an hour or so and I fully believed it: a bloke came in and walked straight to the bar we were sat very close to. Pulled up his trouser leg and from his sock took out a huge kitchen knife, passed it to the lass behind the bar and said "keep a hold of this til later". She didn't bat an eyelid, just took it from him and put it behind the bar. I really didn't want to find out what was in store for later so me and the wife made our excuses to the group we were with and came home. Talking to one of our friends we were with that night who drank in there quite frequently, she said there was a lock in after seeing the new year in and all hell broke loose, tables chairs and allsorts getting chucked about. 2 people taken to hospital with stab wounds and another 2 after having been beaten with pool cues and baseball bats. No shootings though to my knowledge. This was one place that was very much run by the local criminal fraternity, some fairly serious gangsters

Turns out we won £20 on a domino card we'd put a couple of quid on, but I declined to call in to collect my winnings!
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I bought my first house on the street next to the springwell, the stone built terraces right next to it. Lived there from 2013-2016
 
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Heam44 said:
I bought my first house on the street next to the springwell, the stone built terraces right next to it. Lived there from 2013-2016
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You're not a big fella with an insatiable appetite for chips are you? 😂 2013 is possibly when this little adventure occurred, though probably more likely a couple of years prior
 
kuepper said:
The Pear Tree, Wythenshawe, Manchester. Druggy place with people openly dealing, using bongs etc together with plenty of petty criminality. Became the focus of a police raid called 'Operation Partidge' and was closed down and reopened with the name The Wendover which the clientele didn't adapt to and it was demolished shortly after.
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Isn't the Pear Tree mentioned in the Royle Family?? I'm sure in one scene Antony and Darren said they'd been in there. 😁
 
weststandwally said:
I don't classify any of the pubs in Billingham being in the same category as a lot of the others mentioned on here.
Those quoted were generally frequented by the younger element and could get a touch volatile later in the night
but certainly not the sort of bars that are basically ran by the local criminal fraternity.
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I have to agree with you, i always felt safe in the Fessie there was a lot of good people in there, it was only a little bit rough.

If there was any fighting it was usually the women.
 
John67 said:
We did a big family history thing and my Great, great, great grandad ran the The Cleveland now the Dubliner over a hundred years ago. Plan to pop in next time I am home And claim ownership.
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As a regular back when it was the Cleveland can I have a free pint if I come in?
 
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