Yes, the Caribbean room. Skippy, Vardy, king. Big fight New Year’s Eve, David Night came in with a huge rolled up snowball, and through it on the Poole table. Fukin lot went up outside, the end door was generally always locked. King was kicking the shit out of Dave’s brother in-law, I jumped on his back to pull him off, he shook me of like rag doll. So I crawled to the main door on abbeydale rd side, which was now locked, begging Pete, the landlord to let me in. He barred me and told me to fuck off. The police arrived, that saved me getting more punishment, whereas David proceeded to rip a road sign post out of the ground, and throw it through the windscreen of the police car. Happy days. Got to have been late 70s early 80s.