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Same US trip, we were touring round the Gulf Coast from Florida to New Orleans and back. One night ended up in a place called Gulf Shores/Orange Beach, Alabama. Yes, Alabama.
Anyway we found accommodation and went out for beers and food. Found a little place on the from that was really friendly and even offered to give us a lock in. Three of the lads thought that was great so stayed there, me and another bloke were way to smart for that, oh yes.
There was another bar on the beach with a live band playing so we thought we'd try that one.
One the door was the biggest African-American guy ive ever seen, he looked puzzled when we wanted to enter.
Gets in, gets to the bar & tries to order beers. Its really really loud inside & the barmaid was having trouble hearing me.
So, I shouts out loudly "two beers please" just as the band fall silent, my Northern English voice booming out to fill the silence - heads turned.
Finally got our beers, friend lifts his to his lips and gets an elbow in the ribs from the baseball-cap wearing redneck sat next to him.
He turns, & in that very English manner says "sorry??"
Mr redneck says "y'all just finish your drinks & go boy".
My friend says "excuse me?"
Mr redneck opens his jacket to show the butt of an automatic pistol in the waistband of his jeans.
We left.
I've not read all the thread but will as it's one to be savored.
Basically, if you're not being served though a metal grill the pub's not that hard.
I don't know how actually rough these were, but a couple of the leeds pubs I used to drink at were forcibly closed by means of fire.
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(As a teenager I remembers a somewhat less gansta than me mate thinking he'd been asked if he was lebonese, by a friendly local striking up conversation.)
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I predict, retrospectively, a riot.
Is the Gaiety still there? The phoenix club/roots/whatever? Cliffs Blues? Strongly doubt it. Blue remembered bloody hills.
Lived in Hyde Park Flats, sheff, for a while. The built in pub was on the interesting end of the scale. Like one of those crazy houses in the fair, the angles didn't quite make sense. Or it could've been the mushrooms.
My then climbing pal and I walked the West Coast Trail on Vancouver Island, finshing in a village called Bamfield. Having yomped the last 35 kms in torrential rain we were happy to get the last room in the hotel to dry out and having spread everything out we headed for the pub, which was full of huge redneck fishermen getting noisily drunk. We had to squeeze onto a table with two of these guys but the music was too loud for conversation. One of the guys, who had a blond mullet, kept staring at us and eventually leaned over and asked: "Are you two guys together?" "Sure," I replied, "we're on a walking holiday together." "No, I mean are you guys TOGETHER?" he shouted. "Er... what do you mean?" sez I, starting to get worried. "We're climbing buddies on a climbing and walking holiday. Just done the West Coast Trail!". He looked at me exasperated then blurted out: "Look... are you two boys a pair of FAGS, or what?". I never did work out whether he was thinking of beating us up or inviting us back for some gayboy action.
Globalti, I regularly get stared at in the New Inn, grew up in Wilpshire and now live in Clitheroe just up from the Waggon. Do you get up to much mtbing in these parts or is it mainly road?
Road nowadays. There isn't much off road riding in the Ribble Valley or Bowland, really. Calderdale and Rossendale are much better for that.
You can learn loads of routes if you join Blackburn Bikers, they've got a good repertoire.
Do a bit of road myself out towards Settle or the trough normally. I find there is plenty of off road locally to keep me happy between trips, just got to do a bit of cheeky every now and then.
globalti, don't know The Bull in Bethesda, but the one in Deiniolen is a bit special.
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Our club hut is just up the road - many of our lot have been in for a pint - results were variable.
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I don't know how actually rough these were, but a couple of the leeds pubs I used to drink at were forcibly closed by means of fire.
Didn't the pub opposite Jimmy's burn down?
Our club hut is just up the road - many of our lot have been in for a pint - results were variable.
As long as you go into the right half its generally alright in there (Wouldn't go as far as welcoming). If its the climbing club hut I'm thinking of some of its older members could cause a fight at a Buddhists convention
My rough pub story is from a small ex-pit village outside Durham, going to see a mate of a mate. My mate was a good bloke but I knew that some of his acquaintances were not to be crossed (he had some *very* scary stories). The bloke we were going to see wasn't in but his wife said he would be back soon so we went for a pint. The pub went a bit quiet as we walked in but we did the "look straight ahead, order pint, keep your head down" thing and successfully avoided trouble. It was only afterwards that the mate-of-a-mate said "you went in there? it's a crack-and-smack dealers place. Shooters on the table..." 😯
Ty Powdwr - just past Sally Brown's place.
As to our older and grumpier members, I couldn't possibly comment......
Sacriston, Mr Nice?
Somewhere in that neck of the woods but I don't know for sure. My mate knew where he was going and was driving. I figured that in some ways it was better I didn't know where the bloke in question lived since I could never tell anyone and he wouldn't have talked to me if I turned up on my own. He was friendly enough but it was clearly only because I was with someone to vouch for me.
'The reviewer for 40 Carp Towns went to Burnley Wood, a poor white area. He waited 40 minutes for a bus and when it eventually came, it was doing 60 mph and was on fire. As it passed him, a car down the road blew up. He left as fast as possible.'
Proper LOL'd at that, I can just imagine it!
I realise this is a huge grave dig for this topic but can someone explain the whole Manchester 20p thing?