Walking into dodgy pubs – etiquette?

Rawtenstall has moved a bit, er, upmarket recently.
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Worked there for a few years and found it much, much nicer and friendlier than Todmorden or Hebden.
Lots of decent shops on the high street, some ‘inspirational and aspirational’ house pricing and Madisons is now a curry house!

The Craven Heifer is a cracking boozer and cycling friendly.
And the Chinese chippy just across from Bumba’s grill is one of the nicest I’ve ever been to.

chorlton – Member
They’re all dives (what’s left of them) in Rawtenstall, apart from the White Lion

£3.00 for a pint of orange cordial in there – I felt violated, tbh.

I’d rather eat my own feet than drink in Haslingdon though – work with quite a few people from there, never met anyone with a single nice word to say about the place.
Sorry.

Jism Rhythm Station

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thankfully that cesspit is no longer

what has replaced it is Vogue on bacup road….frequented by rossendale’s finest scrotes and skanks!

Worked there for a few years and found it much, much nicer and friendlier than Todmorden or Hebden.

Lived in Tod for over 15 years and worked there and Hebden for 5.
Calder Valley Syndrome is not a myth.
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We’ve moved just up the road and the difference is unbelievable – I see more happy people in one day than I did in 20 years in Calderdale.
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I did meet a few nice people in Tod, but most of them lived on the tops and saw more than 6 hours sunshine a year.

We’ve moved six miles away and the difference is unbelievable – I see more happy people in one day than I did in 20 years in Calderdale.

I reckon it’s all a question of perception. You seemed to like Tod until you moved here:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/1963912.stm

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Rawtenstall has moved a bit, er, upmarket recently.

must be a coincidence that this happened soon as i moved out of there! 😯

much, much nicer and friendlier than Todmorden or Hebden.

thats true…was always a nice place to grow up and live.

And the Chinese chippy just across from Bumba’s grill is one of the nicest I’ve ever been to.

you dont mean Heng Ju do you Rusty? that place was much better when it was known as Wing Li.
Bumbas on the other hand is a great place to get food from.
as for chippies you cant beat Tony fish & chip shop (was formerly rays plaice) next to Boots

Few weeks ago after very muddy ride me and my buddy fancied a pint of Guinness – we were just riding through a village, the pub was open… The guy stayed outside with the bikes. I went in to get the beverages… Mind I was wearing muddy overshoes, knee length socks, hummvee shorts… I left the helmet outside, so there was a buff on my head. I could feel/see few “boys” staring at me. Then one of them asked: “Have you been playing cricket?” 😆

grum – Member
I reckon it’s all a question of perception. You seemed to like Tod until you moved here:

I like Tod.
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Burnley is much, much nicer.
Honestly.
As is Rawtenstall.

you dont mean Heng Ju do you Rusty? that place was much better when it was known as Wing Li.
Bumbas on the other hand is a great place to get food from.
as for chippies you cant beat Tony fish & chip shop (was formerly rays plaice) next to Boots

Yeah, Heng Ju – love it to bits. Worked just around the corner and it was a lifesaver on many occaisions.
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Never been in the Craven. Always thought it looked OK. But then pubs always seem to be better a bit further out of town. The Red Lion up New church rd towards Water foot is OK too. Only a short stagger from me door.

Burnley is a dump. 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.

Preston, Blackpool and Blackburn fans taunt the Burnley crowd by singing:

Your mum’s your dad,
your dad’s your mum,
you’re interbread,
you’re Burnley scum!

We lived on Padiham road in an OK area but a violent drug dealer and his spawn moved in next door and overnight, our lives became quite unpleasant. Mrs Gti and I were taking beta blockers to cope with the stress by the time we sold the house for a good deal less than its value; it was resold a year later for considerably more. I’m too embarrassed to admit by how much, but we needed to get out, fast.

Burnley is much, much nicer.

No word of a lie, I saw a list of “worst places to live in the UK” recently.

Burnley was listed in the top 5.

Twice.

I thought the same until we moved there.
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I can’t believe how nice it actually is.
Admittedly, we live in a ‘decent’ bit, but the town centre is clean, there’s loads to do locally, pubs nearby are nice and the supposedly dodgy estate (that people had warned us about) next door is like Camberwick Green in comparison to many places I’ve lived.

Perception, as Grum says.

Preston, Blackpool and Blackburn fans taunt the Burnley crowd by singing:

Your mum’s your dad,
your dad’s your mum,
you’re interbread,
you’re Burnley scum!

You’ve been to Blackpool and Blackburn, have you?
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Admittedly, we live in a ‘decent’ white BNP-supporting bit

FTFY 😛

jambalaya – Member
Went into a pub in Bermondsy near London Bridge a few years back, wasn’t just the looks that where the issue. We received a very clear “F Off, you’re not drinking in here”. Now its all gastro pubs & bistros round there.

When I first started to work in Canary Wharf, BITD, on the Isle of Dogs it was always heard to be proper rough, stories of Bullies and Fights n’ stuff. Well that was bullshite, never had a problem at all in fact a couple of the pubs became locals for us lot back then. But you’d hear stories, many stories of lynchings, burned out cars with people in them, proper hard stuff.. But MrsBouy had a place up in Bow, now then, thats a proper locals area. Still is to this day certainly wouldn’t walk into any pub there without some form of personal protection or an invite from a proper mate.. Ok a couple of places out Silvertown way you’d be not welcome but on the whole you’d have a good old night out down Docklands way these days, cerstainly for the last 10yrs or so…

But these days it’s all (as Jam says) Gastro this/Craft that and Quirky the other.

Now in Hampshire, well we went for a bimble the other day up near Titchbourne, proper locals pub that, all Hounds and Wellies, Neddies outside and Shotguns behind the Bar.. We fitted right in there..
Got a few strange looks mind but hey, they we probably considering using one of their unused brain cells to comprehend “outlanders”
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Preston, Blackpool and Blackburn fans taunt the Burley crowd by singing:

The only one I ever heard I can’t repeat here without banning myself. This masterpiece of Wildean wit was six words long, and went

“Burnley ——–,
—– and —–.
——-!”

For those playing Hangman, the first word suggests that they are all illegitimate, and the other three missing words were slang for female genitalia in the plural beginning with T, C and F respectively.

Clearly the work of an intellectual heavyweight.

Surely you sort it by strutting in, up to the bar and order a pint of Pimms and demand the brolly is served on the side?

Rawtenstall has always been a valley cultural high spot compared to Bacup

how many visitors to Lee Quarry have dared to go into the Royal Oak?

You’ve been to Blackpool and Blackburn, have you?

Errr… I live in Blackburn now but happily on the leafy Wilpshire side so my “stamping ground” heads out through poncy Whalley to Clitheroe and the Ribble Valley. And we sometimes go to Blackpool because Mrs Gti has a bizarre fascination with the lights, so we just lock the doors and drive down the front then leave, fast.

There’s one daycent pub in Clitheroe called the New Inn, which has a great range of ales on tap and Oirish music twice a month on Sundays. It’s still quite a regular crowd though so you do get stared at when you enter.

Even worse – Lib Dem, Grum.
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Agree with Rusty re Burnley its a nice area he lives in

Some rough areas but no worse than anywhere else in East lancs

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.

(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.)

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.

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?