Old United Pubs

[dublin 10 blade]

i don't like to see 'old' bands actually. i like to see them in my minds eye at their peak. Killing Joke being the exception of course because up until recently they were still kicking arse

Agree SP " Killing Joke " were a great band first album was a fuckin brilliant record .

 

[dublin 10 blade]

I lived in the Jervis block of flats 69-72

You didn't know the smiths that lived in that block , he used to live with his grandad , his mother used to live up behind , lion and unicorn?

 

[Lane Ender]

I was in recently and I thought it was a top boozer, with decent clientele.

Perhaps we have different standards.

UTB

Must have caught it on a bad day

 

[Lane Ender]

You didn't know the smiths that lived in that block , he used to live with his grandad , his mother used to live up behind , lion and unicorn?

Dos'nt ring a bell fella Carters, Plants and Middletons were the big families around there at that time

 

[Lane Ender]

If you went to Rowlinson around that time, you should remember a lot of the Gleadless Valley/John O' Gaunt lads who used to go there, Martin "Wombat" Williams, Glen Gregory (not the the Heaven 17 one), Dave Wright, Alan Windle, etc. Wombat was a real hard nut!

Walt alias Wombat always at the lane mid 70s always about when there was any bollocks
Blue Bell and Daisy regular as well

 

[Dnblade]

Mick Cardwell's family (6 brothers in total) lived a few doors away from my grandmothers in Stonelow Road. Have known Mick since I was little, he told me 20 years ago that he used to go to Blades matches in the 1970s (dont remember seeing him at matches) but I didnt really expect him to be one of the most feared Blades fans until I read Ronnie's book. Like his older brother Jeff (MacDuff), he stopped going to matches when he got married (Jeff got married on the day we beat Watford 3-0 in 1971 and I think Mick got married in 1978)

Jeff owes me a Wembley Trophy Football from about 1970,when he launched mine Simmo style out of the Crip Crop in the direction of Coal Aston.

 

[Silent Blade]

Jeff owes me a Wembley Trophy Football from about 1970,when he launched mine Simmo style out of the Crip Crop in the direction of Coal Aston.

I will tell him that when I bump into him again . Very occasionally I see him at Tescos in Chesterfield but we usually have a chat. He isnt interested in football nowadays.

 

[Mustela Putorius Furo]

I read all this, the names of the old pubs (of a certain sort) and the memory inducing photos, and recall the pubs that I used to watch my parents, or my friends' parents go and drink in from time to time. (I'm probably thinking of the Jack-in-a-box at Hacky here).

My memory of them is that all the blokes in them (Dad included) were for-ever 40 years old, sideboards and slicked back hair (or bald - god bless you, Dad), with wives in a smart dress and hand bag, sometimes with glasses, always with lipstick, babycham and a wise look on their faces. It taught me pubs were a place for mature and sensible, orderly and calm people to have a couple of beers, chat and a smoke before returning home to kick out the baby-sitter with an extra shilling for putting up with me.

What happened to change everything so that pubs became the haunt of noisy, boisterous, charver-chasing, smart-arse, fancy-assed tossers like me with cocky, full-of-it, in-control, style changing girlfriends or table-smashing, puke-chucking, fag-burning, fart-brawling mates? How come we turned them all into the kind of place you could only ever like if you'd swallowed 8 pints of shit beer or had your arse groped by an ugly bint with a cackle like a smacked-up hyena?

Where did it all go wrong?

And why do I love em still?

 

[alcoblade]

I agree Alco, still prefer Sheaf View though!

Yep, another great pub.

UTB

 

[alcoblade]

I read all this, the names of the old pubs (of a certain sort) and the memory inducing photos, and recall the pubs that I used to watch my parents, or my friends' parents go and drink in from time to time. (I'm probably thinking of the Jack-in-a-box at Hacky here).

My memory of them is that all the blokes in them (Dad included) were for-ever 40 years old, sideboards and slicked back hair (or bald - god bless you, Dad), with wives in a smart dress and hand bag, sometimes with glasses, always with lipstick, babycham and a wise look on their faces. It taught me pubs were a place for mature and sensible, orderly and calm people to have a couple of beers, chat and a smoke before returning home to kick out the baby-sitter with an extra shilling for putting up with me.

What happened to change everything so that pubs became the haunt of noisy, boisterous, charver-chasing, smart-arse, fancy-assed tossers like me with cocky, full-of-it, in-control, style changing girlfriends or table-smashing, puke-chucking, fag-burning, fart-brawling mates? How come we turned them all into the kind of place you could only ever like if you'd swallowed 8 pints of shit beer or had your arse groped by an ugly bint with a cackle like a smacked-up hyena?

Where did it all go wrong?

And why do I love em still?

Lovely post, bit i have to disagree. There are loads of pubs that still maintain all those great things. But as we get older, our own perceptions shift. Sadly, I suspect it is us that have changed more than the pubs.

UTB

 

[dublin 10 blade]

My wedding do was held in Olive Grove, which, along with Ball on Myrtle Road, were my first locals.
Olive had good disco nights Monday & Thursdays in early 70's, came from miles around, full of ladies too!
Norfolk Park run around that time was Jervis Lum, Horse & Lion, Felbrigg & Captive Queen.

Felbrigg was the folks local during the week , before going to the working men's clubs on City road , on satdi , and Sunday. also got the coach to the sty from there on Boxing Day, dug out the landlords car during the snow one winter. Dad volunteered his sons for the job , he got a free night on the ale as a result .

 

[singaporeblade]

Hammer & Pincers!

Spent all my young years in this boozer! we have taken several coaches to games over the years - semi finals, end of seasons, beginning of seasons etc. Used to be one of the busiest pubs in Sheffield, in the 70's and 80's. happy days

 

[grafikhaus]

Spent all my young years in this boozer! we have taken several coaches to games over the years - semi finals, end of seasons, beginning of seasons etc. Used to be one of the busiest pubs in Sheffield, in the 70's and 80's. happy days

Me too, singapore. That and the Stag on Psalter Lane were good boozers but, with the smoking ban, everything changed. The young couples avec screaming brats who used to sniff airily when entering a boozer were meant to come back after the smoking ban, but they didn't. Except at Christmas. J2O's all round!

 

[Lord Bos of Eckington.]

Lovely post, bit i have to disagree. There are loads of pubs that still maintain all those great things. But as we get older, our own perceptions shift. Sadly, I suspect it is us that have changed more than the pubs.

UTB

Before match days we used to visit loads of pubs , whilst working our way down to BTBL . The difference is most people got the bus , and walked . Now people use a car to get to the match , which changes what you do . Also society has changed and we are more a coffee than a beer culture . Thats why so many proper boozers are closing or have closed.

Even the ones close to the ground don't always survive . Another part of history that sadly disappears , and bumping into blokes you only knew by there face , but not there name , every alternate Saturday .

UTB

 

[metalblade]

I think the big breweries have done more to kill the pub trade than anything else when they decided to pick a few local brews and turn them into national brews in many cases a watered down version of the original, Stones, Tetleys, John Smiths, Carling, Carlsberg, Fosters you can get them everywhere and they are all shite and come even cheaper in cans from ASDA. The only boozers that get packed by choice today are the ones selling real ale.

 

[Lane Ender]

I think the big breweries have done more to kill the pub trade than anything else when they decided to pick a few local brews and turn them into national brews in many cases a watered down version of the original, Stones, Tetleys, John Smiths, Carling, Carlsberg, Fosters you can get them everywhere and they are all shite and come even cheaper in cans from ASDA. The only boozers that get packed by choice today are the ones selling real ale.

The bitters you mentioned were brilliant years ago total last resort now
Real ales for me every time and no hangovers.

 

[stringjunior]

Spent all my young years in this boozer! we have taken several coaches to games over the years - semi finals, end of seasons, beginning of seasons etc. Used to be one of the busiest pubs in Sheffield, in the 70's and 80's. happy days

Me too, singapore. That and the Stag on Psalter Lane were good boozers but, with the smoking ban, everything changed. The young couples avec screaming brats who used to sniff airily when entering a boozer were meant to come back after the smoking ban, but they didn't. Except at Christmas. J2O's all round!

I started drinking in the Hammer late 80's as a 16 year old, worked there when Nina & Harry Crownshaw had it, and then Mick Baldwin (Rovvrum fan). Thursday to Sunday it was 4 deep at the bar from early bar onwards. Now when I go in (couple of times a year perhaps) you can easily get a seat, no queue at the bar and too many kids. Beer's normally pretty good though

 

[bornablade]

Coming from Lowedges my early drinking days were in the Grennel Mower and Magpie. Got to know kids from Jordo from youth club days and went in Jordanthorpe and Batemoor (Sunday nights in Jordo and Thursdays for a disco in Batemoor)

Used White Hart and White Swan in Greenhill village.

In later days spent many an evening in all the pubs on London Road.

 

[Lane Ender]

Coming from Lowedges my early drinking days were in the Grennel Mower and Magpie. Got to know kids from Jordo from youth club days and went in Jordanthorpe and Batemoor (Sunday nights in Jordo and Thursdays for a disco in Batemoor)

Used White Hart and White Swan in Greenhill village.

In later days spent many an evening in all the pubs on London Road.

You could get served in all them boozers when you was a young un.
Had my first drink in the Norton Mary was the barmaid she would serve anybody
We used to go in with the school uniform on.

 

[BushBlade]

I think the big breweries have done more to kill the pub trade than anything else when they decided to pick a few local brews and turn them into national brews in many cases a watered down version of the original, Stones, Tetleys, John Smiths, Carling, Carlsberg, Fosters you can get them everywhere and they are all shite and come even cheaper in cans from ASDA. The only boozers that get packed by choice today are the ones selling real ale.

The pub chains like Punch Taverns have a lot to answer for. They buy pubs, screw the landlord until he goes under and then sell the pub to be redeveloped as a Tesco local.
The big breweries are almost as bad. That's why many successful pubs these days are independents, often with their own micro-breweries, which can offer wide selection of good beers.

 

[super_pig]

You could get served in all them boozers when you was a young un.
Had my first drink in the Norton Mary was the barmaid she would serve anybody
We used to go in with the school uniform on.

which uniform though?

 

[super_pig]

Paul alias Percy is Glenn's brother good lad.
The Froggatts Glenn we are the same and still good mates.
Nicky is mad
Matrtin and Clint are the sensible ones

Percy.. couldn't for the life of me remember his nickname. i must know you mate

 

[Grappler]

Walt alias Wombat always at the lane mid 70s always about when there was any bollocks
Blue Bell and Daisy regular as well

Yep, also known as Walt, and a big blade, physically a big blade! I remember Walt, Dave Wright and a lad from Arbourthorne, nick named Percy (Peter Percival?) all going to BDTBL on a Saturday afternoon. Percy had spray painted his Doc Martens silver for some reason.

 

[Lane Ender]

Percy.. couldn't for the life of me remember his nickname. i must know you mate

We probably do know each especially if you are a oid town lad, ex hooligan, ex hard core clubber, South Side Sheffielder, building trade worker.

 

[Silent Blade]

Yep, also known as Walt, and a big blade, physically a big blade! .

Walt Lightowlers?

 

[Grappler]

Glen Gregory, done all our tiling for the last 30 years, good at it too.
His brother Paul was a decent footballer.

Glen was nick named Peggy at School, remind him of that next time you see him!

 

[Grappler]

Walt Lightowlers?

Martin Williams, also known as Wombat, and Walt, but you called him whatever he wanted you to call him, because you really didn't want to get on the wrong side of him

 

[Silent Blade]

Martin Williams, also known as Wombat, and Walt, but you called him whatever he wanted you to call him, because you really didn't want to get on the wrong side of him

When you mentioned Walt, I was thinking of Tony Lightowlers (who is also known as Walt) who I used to work with and he is about 5 foot 7!

 

[Grappler]

When you mentioned Walt, I was thinking of Tony Lightowlers (who is also known as Walt) who I used to work with and he is about 5 foot 7!

Not him pal, and I also remember a "Walt" from Gleadless Townend, when there used to be huge gang fights in the 70's between valley lads and townend lads.

 

[Lane Ender]

Martin Williams, also known as Wombat, and Walt, but you called him whatever he wanted you to call him, because you really didn't want to get on the wrong side of him

He was,nt that big at school but he grew from 16 onwards, he went to Rowlinson i went to Jordanthorpe but we both went to Rowlinson Youth Club.
We were mates for a good few years lost contact with him late70s