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City centre, Old Blue Bell, High Street, Three Tuns, Leopold Street, Brown Bear, Norfolk Street. Marples, Fitzalan Square. Nearby, Old Blue Ball Broad Street, Norfolk Arms, Suffolk Road, Grapes, Trippett Lane, There will be many others further out.

Waggon and Horses by Millhouses Park. I only went in a couple of years ago due to its JS stigma, never darkened its door as a yoof 35 years ago, but before Covid it became a favourite for family meals with my mum. Now a True North pub with good beer, food and service.
 
I refuse to believe that it was ever maggots.

It makes no sense.
I used to fish a bit back in the day and maggots were sold in halves and pints. A pint was a lot and a gallon of maggots would be enough to feed a goodly proportion of the Sheffield and Tinsley canal so doesn’t make sense.
 
A friend at the time grew up with Pete and introduced me and Mrs.Joe to him in the early '70s and as a result of that one event , he offered us free access to his club anytime we wanted . At the time it was the Penthouse on Dixon Lane but later included Cinderella Rockefeller in Leeds and Millionaires in Manchester .

As you say , opinions are divided about him but I can only judge him on my experiences and they were that of someone who was always very friendly , humourous , extremely generous (he often gave us free drinks) and probably the most hard working and energetic bloke I ever met .

In addition , he was responsible for bringing some terrific acts to Sheffield such as Long John Baldry ,the young Rod Stewart , John Lee Hooker and many more who I had the pleasure of seeing so you will understand why both of us remember him with great fondness from those days .

Great story. In 1978 one of the lads at work organised his Stag Night in Leeds. As he fancied one of the office girls he invited them along for one last fling so started our legendary office nights out to other cities. We'd heard stories about this fantastic nightclub in Leeds called Cinderellas and after drinking in a nearby Tetley House we were introduced to the wonders of the Club.

As we walked in we encountered stunning looking ladies dressed in multi coloured body stockings who were the waitress option. We didn't bother going to the bar as they danced to the music as well whilst holding a tray. Our female office companions were a bit miffed at the lack of attention they were getting as the Club was full of attractive local lasses as well.

After a while we discovered that you could transfer to the Rockerfellas part of the Club but as the mood music was different you couldn't get in without a female companion. At this point our office female colleagues suddenly became an attractive option again as we paired off. Just as we were about to enter the lights went down and the revolving stage announced a super group from Sheffield who started to belt out a solid rock number as the curtains drew back " Ladies and gentlemen Bitter Suite". That delayed our trip next door for another hour but we got there eventually with our partners in tow.

It was the first of many trips to that establishment over the next few years. Happy Days.
 
Great story. In 1978 one of the lads at work organised his Stag Night in Leeds. As he fancied one of the office girls he invited them along for one last fling so started our legendary office nights out to other cities. We'd heard stories about this fantastic nightclub in Leeds called Cinderellas and after drinking in a nearby Tetley House we were introduced to the wonders of the Club.

As we walked in we encountered stunning looking ladies dressed in multi coloured body stockings who were the waitress option. We didn't bother going to the bar as they danced to the music as well whilst holding a tray. Our female office companions were a bit miffed at the lack of attention they were getting as the Club was full of attractive local lasses as well.

After a while we discovered that you could transfer to the Rockerfellas part of the Club but as the mood music was different you couldn't get in without a female companion. At this point our office female colleagues suddenly became an attractive option again as we paired off. Just as we were about to enter the lights went down and the revolving stage announced a super group from Sheffield who started to belt out a solid rock number as the curtains drew back " Ladies and gentlemen Bitter Suite". That delayed our trip next door for another hour but we got there eventually with our partners in tow.

It was the first of many trips to that establishment over the next few years. Happy Days.

Equally good story . I'd forgotten about the body stockings but I remember the waitresses in Rockefeller's were dressed in Roman style outfits and , as in Cinderella's , we're all stunners but also extremely good at their job which was no doubt down to Pete , who didn't do second best .

The place was miles better than anything we had in Sheffield , thanks to our short sighted and mean spirited authorities who effectively drove the Stringfellow brothers out of town .
 
Can't be arsed with the daft 'thrill' arguments but it has always been 'Magnet' for me and my mates.
Nobody seems to have mentioned the Tramway on London Road, Sportsman on Denby St or the one all the bus drivers went in, in front of the Leadmill.
I lived in Crookes late 80s, so Masons, Florist, Fox and Duck plus Rising Sun at Nether Green.
Not as many pubs as Tetleys/Stones, but still plenty to be going on with.


I mentioned Dodgers - Norfolk Arms, but just kept it city centre and on the boundaries.
 
I mentioned Dodgers - Norfolk Arms, but just kept it city centre and on the boundaries.

The pub that everyone went in before going to the Esquire , since it didn't sell alcohol .

On Friday and Saturday nights it would be heaving with like minded music lovers ramming 4 or 5 pints down before going off to hear some great music and hopefully , pull a bird . (Am I allowed to say that now ? :) )

One of many memories I have from those occasions was chatting to Joe Cocker in late '62 before they were due to appear and telling him about this great record I'd heard called ' Love Me Do' but that I didn't know the name of the recording artists .

He told me they were called The Beatles and that they were from Liverpool , which came as a a bit of a shock since from the bluesy sound and vocal harmonies I had assumed they were American .

Happy days and nights .
 

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