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The Amber bitter must be it, passage of time my only excuse. I worked for a firm who had two permanent maintenance men at the brewery and when larger jobs came along others were sent in. Never made it myself, maybe the office knew me better than I thought-Hic!!! :). Only ever been in the bridge once wasn't enamoured. Another better bitter from Tennants was Queens if memory serves, 1d a pint dearer but worth it.


They relaunched Queens as a premium ale in the early eighties. It was the only Whitbread draught beer that was ever worth drinking. Nowhere near as good as John Smiths Magnet. Or Feytin’ beer as it was known. A precursor of Stella without the wifebeater ingredient.
 
We're both right. There were offices above the pub and the whole block belonged to Tennants. Dont recall Gold Label being on draught but it was certainly brewed there. Whether or not the staff had a secret stash among the stacks of pallets and empty boxes up on the roof I couldnt possibly comment ... ;) What they did have in the staff room was a large barrel of Amber bitter that was free to all.
Interesting stuff on Tennant's brewery guys and thanks for stirring childhood memories for me.
My dad worked at Tennant's in 50's & 60's ( he died in '68). As a young lad, in school holidays generally, my mum would send me down to his workplace in the brewery (somewhere in the cellars) with his glasses he'd forgot that morning, on the pretext he was 'blind' without them.
I'd be around 10 or 11 at time and society allowed such minors to get a bus into Pond street and walk to Millsands quite safely.
I strolled to the lorry loading bay where I had to ask for an Irish bloke named Bernard, who I used to introduce myself as Bill's lad. He'd guide me down into the cellars where my dad would be feeling his way around the walls shouting for my mother....I'd hand him his glasses and he'd realise he was at work.
As a reward my dad would take me to this small glass fronted room which contained a beer pump dispensing Tennant's Queens ( a signature beer of theirs), pull half and give me a sup, exclaiming as I gulped it down, " that'll keep thi bowels oppen".
He would, quite regularly, arrive home, three parts pissed from their daily quota they were allowed to have (obviously abused ).
Whitbread's bought Tennant's over early 60's I think and 'Queens' disappeared, much to my dad's disgust.
I could go on......but I won't bore you anymore 😉
 
Interesting stuff on Tennant's brewery guys and thanks for stirring childhood memories for me.
My dad worked at Tennant's in 50's & 60's ( he died in '68). As a young lad, in school holidays generally, my mum would send me down to his workplace in the brewery (somewhere in the cellars) with his glasses he'd forgot that morning, on the pretext he was 'blind' without them.
I'd be around 10 or 11 at time and society allowed such minors to get a bus into Pond street and walk to Millsands quite safely.
I strolled to the lorry loading bay where I had to ask for an Irish bloke named Bernard, who I used to introduce myself as Bill's lad. He'd guide me down into the cellars where my dad would be feeling his way around the walls shouting for my mother....I'd hand him his glasses and he'd realise he was at work.
As a reward my dad would take me to this small glass fronted room which contained a beer pump dispensing Tennant's Queens ( a signature beer of theirs), pull half and give me a sup, exclaiming as I gulped it down, " that'll keep thi bowels oppen".
He would, quite regularly, arrive home, three parts pissed from their daily quota they were allowed to have (obviously abused ).
Whitbread's bought Tennant's over early 60's I think and 'Queens' disappeared, much to my dad's disgust.
I could go on......but I won't bore you anymore 😉
My brother in law worked there in the 60s 70s.he came over from Belfast at 17 years old. There was 13 kids in a 2 bedroom terraced house, he probably knew your dad. I also went into those cellars on occasion. If memory serves me right there was a accident there. Two fellas were killed, overcome by fumes. I think it was my brother in law that pulled them out of a vat.
 
My brother in law worked there in the 60s 70s.he came over from Belfast at 17 years old. There was 13 kids in a 2 bedroom terraced house, he probably knew your dad. I also went into those cellars on occasion. If memory serves me right there was a accident there. Two fellas were killed, overcome by fumes. I think it was my brother in law that pulled them out of a vat.
I think I recall those two fellahs getting killed in the vat, now you mention it.
 

I thought Tennants was the first but apparently Bass in 1870!

Gold label was the first UK lighter coloured bw, first brewed in 1951, presumably at Exchange Brewery.
My mother (bless her) used to have one of those small bottles of Gold Label with a whisky top every night before she went to bed......god knows how she got up at 5.30 to go to work!
 
But could Buddy Holly write anything as iconic as Reward or World Shut Your Mouth?
But could he write something as iconic as :- Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, pretty pretty pretty Peggy Sue, oh Peggy my Peggy Sue"?
 
But could he write something as iconic as :- Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, pretty pretty pretty Peggy Sue, oh Peggy my Peggy Sue"?

Lennon and McCartney wordsmiths, the Anti Nowhere Leaugue, had a line about B Holly Esq:

Well I can't stand Rock'n'Roll
I can't stand Rock'n'Roll
I can't stand Rock'n'Roll
Well up your arsehole Rock'n'Roll

The man who made it was big and fat
Oh you little boys, what ya think of that
Another two went and died in a plane
Oh my God I wish they'd do it again

Well I can't stand Rock'n'Roll
I can't stand Rock'n'Roll
I can't stand Rock'n'Roll
Well up your arsehole Rock'n'Roll

Then came the shit from foreign lands
Money in mouth and shit in hands
Poisoned minds and ruined souls
Fuck that Rock'n' Roll

Just in case anybody wants to hum along...
 
Whitbread big head Trophy Bitter the pint that thinks it’s a quart,
It’s got the body, the body to satisfy, it can’t be bettered no matter how you try,
Because it’s Whitbread big head Trophy Bitter,
The pint that thinks it’s a quart.
Or something like that.
Anyone ever drink Davenports:-
"Beer at home means Davenports
That's the beer, lots of cheer,
Straight from brewery to your home
Don't you shiver, we'll deliver
That's the beer!
Lots of cheer!
The finest malt with hops and yeast,
Turns a snack into a feast.
Straight from breweries to your home,
Why collect?
We'll deliver!
 
I lived in Brum in the 1970's and used to go in a pub called the White Lion on Bristol Street near the city centre. That was a Davenports pub. Used to be a decent pint.

When we played Birmingham last season we stayed overnight in an apartment over the old White Lion. Sadly closed now.


Anyone ever drink Davenports:-
"Beer at home means Davenports
That's the beer, lots of cheer,
Straight from brewery to your home
Don't you shiver, we'll deliver
That's the beer!
Lots of cheer!
The finest malt with hops and yeast,
Turns a snack into a feast.
Straight from breweries to your home,
Why collect?
We'll deliver!
 

From Pond Street looking up Flat Street. With a glimpse to the right of what would now be an interactive map of the city centre. Below is a later photo of said map.






By "interactive" you mean press a button along the bottom and a light would illuminate the location you had pressed. Very high tech for the 1960s :)
And I love that car randomly driving down the middle of the road !!!
 
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