What is the roughest pub you have ever been to?

brain_in_a_jar said:
can't believe I forgot the vine in Leeds - used to have some cracking bands on in there upstairs but downstairs was rough as boots. Saw a woman bite another womans ear off in there one afternoon (yes afternoon)
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If you mean the one on The Headrow, it's a great pub - spent many a happy hour in there. Was a few years go though
 
Lemmy_kilmister said:
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. 😁
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Mentioned a couple of times inc

Dave Best:
'Ey, I'm rough today me me guts are well off, I had a bad pint last night.

Jim Royle:
I bet you washed them down with a few more, though, didn't you.

Antony Royle:
How d'ya know if its a bad pint?

Dave Best:
Cos you can **** through the eye of a needle.

Jim Royle:
Where did you go?

Dave Best:
Pear tree.

Jim Royle:
Bloody hell, you don't wanna drink in there.
 
Back in 1986 I was sent to the Falklands. On the outskirts of Port Stanley a bar was made for the Forces down there called 'The Shed' On my first night with a mate who had been there a months said, 'if the lights go out duck' Apparently a lot of scores were settled when the lights went out and punches flew. Luckily it didn't happen that night and I moved onto a Mountain site where there were scrum downs for slabs of beer instead.
 
row_7 said:
That was the top house in Haverton Hill - in the late 80s we used to take new starters at work in there on a Friday lunchtime - strippers were very ropey.

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Alexandra Hotel in Jarrow - owned (or was owned) by Mensi of Angelic Upstarts fame
Built new houses alongside it in 2014 - he kept asking the site manager to compulsory purchase it so we could build more houses, desperate to get shot of the place.
Entire day-time clientele were alcoholics - stood outside from half ten supping cider waiting for him to open
Bogs were straight out of Trainspotting - made the site ones look almost appealing.
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Went for a drink there after won a Friday, we used to get a half 12 finish. Strippers on the afternoon. That alone sets the scene.
 
newyddion said:
Brads Bar in Stockton. Walked in with my mates, they went to the bar and I went to the toilets. Went to wash my hands in the sink.. but it was full of blood. Went to use another sink and that too was full of blood. As I came out of the bogs my mates were walking out saying ‘it’s rough as f**k in here’ - not sure what went on.. but it must have been worse than two sinks full of blood.
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Went a few times when i was 18/19 - It was always the place for those barred out of Zanzi Bar (which in itself took some doing), i dont think i ever walked passed the alleyway where there wasn't an incident
 
On the way to start the National 3 Peaks, we stayed overnight at a Travel Lodge on the Dumbarton bypass. It was the night Redgrave won his gold at Sydney Olympics. We wanted to kill some time as he was rowing at around midnight so went down the road to a pub. As soon as we walked in we just knew we had taken a wrong turn. It was a massive barn of a place and had maybe 300 people in, tables nailed down. We all had short hair, including one lad who had a crew cut and the locals made the assumption we were English squaddies and wanted to kick our heads in. We left very quickly and jumped in our car - as we left a woman of about 60, wearing a mini skirt was leant against the wall, chundering her guts up. One of the lads opened the window and said 'Are you OK? She turned around, unable to really focus, wiped the sick from her mouth on her sleeve, staggered over to the car and punched him through the open window - his nose went all over the place. She spat in through the window at him and tried to drag him out the car. We exited stage left at speed. We never ever remind him of this...
 
Place in Tilery, opposite the old leisure centre. Cant remember its name another where you wiped your feet on the way out.

The Reindeer, Stockton

The Brown Jug, Norton - was a bit before my time but my brother was a regular. I often thought it was great, he would come back with a new haircut, DVD's and loads of Meat then other times with a nice black eye

The Mucky Duck, Norton - Loads of tale's from back in the day of the infamous Norton Wrecking Crew
 
NoloBoro said:
Went for a drink there after won a Friday, we used to get a half 12 finish. Strippers on the afternoon. That alone sets the scene.
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That's the Haverton Hill Hotel, or the Top House.

Went in a few times when working on the yards. One time for a mate's 40th we got in about the same time as yourself. There was a woman of about 60 walking round in just a G-string and a pair of slippers. I asked one of the punters if we'd missed the stripper, his reply was 'no, that's Sapphire, she sells the blind cards'.
 
KDG said:
Place in Tilery, opposite the old leisure centre. Cant remember its name another where you wiped your feet on the way out.

The Reindeer, Stockton

The Brown Jug, Norton - was a bit before my time but my brother was a regular. I often thought it was great, he would come back with a new haircut, DVD's and loads of Meat then other times with a nice black eye

The Mucky Duck, Norton - Loads of tale's from back in the day of the infamous Norton Wrecking Crew
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Blue Nile was in Talbot St over from the sports centre
 
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I'd probably say most pubs in Shildon early to mid 90's King Willie being one of them or the Jubilee I was from the estate and it still looked rough as a badgers **** to a 15 year old when I tried to get served in there about 1989/1990. Daft trying to get served in the local estate pub when most people knew my mam and gran or the fact I had a paper round on the estare too.

Hogans down Bishop was bad but probably not as bad as the one in Darlo.
 
Great thread! Locally it would be The Brown Jug in Norton and (now an Aldi) Champions on Blue Hall. A bit further afield would be the Beehive in Mackemland.
Some pubs do attract nutters, others just don’t like outsiders. In the mid 80’s, as a long-haired student (think Timotei advert!) I walked into The Portrck on a Friday evening. Hostility was palpable (or so it seemed to me). I held the door open as I was with the girlfriend (now Mrs R) and her Nan, who’s lived in the Port all her life and knew everyone. When they saw who I was with, everything changed and it was ‘where you from son?’ and how do you know E***?
 
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