Living in a village doesn't mean you're always miles from anything mate. Plenty of shops, pubs, takeaways, etc
****hole parts of the town you grew up in.
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Living in a village doesn't mean you're always miles from anything mate. Plenty of shops, pubs, takeaways, etc
Doesn't sound like a village to me. My picture of a village is some street with a pub and a shop and a postbox. Probably one of those charity ****ers as well. Then loads of houses around it but essentially just the main high street
That pretty much sums up my village.
1 pub, 1 shop, a letterbox and a weekly bus to the outside world.
Are you a man of the street, Archie?
I'm a door-to-door salesman mate
Not really. I just don't understand it when people say Londoners aren't friendly. I've never found that to be the case, we'll happily take the piss out of anyone.
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I'm a door-to-door salesman mate
Not really. I just don't understand it when people say Londoners aren't friendly. I've never found that to be the case, we'll happily take the piss out of anyone.
I was born and bred London, Archie.
I wondered if you’d post about the Eagle mateThis used to be my local boozer when I was younger, it was a crazy world once you went into either side(bar or lounge)it was so big the brewery had one manager for each side.
Young local birds would flock there on Fridays and Saturdays, you didn't know whether to **** them or fight them.
In the bar two old women would sit together, get drunk and then knock **** out of eachother, then repeat every day except weekends.
You could buy anything in there and the walls were spattered with blood from bygone fights.
Pity the old place has been demolished, I have to fight with the wife these days instead.
Tough pubs? Did you try the Eagle and Child?
In the first part of a special series looking at some of the roughest and toughest pubs of Liverpool’s past, Paddy Shennan recalls an infamous former Huyton boozer.
https://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/tough-pubs-you-try-eagle-3488635
And a few memoirs of the area from some RAWK ****ers.
https://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=319770.0
Can you imagine HIAG in there ffs?
I wondered if you’d post about the Eagle mate
Can you imagine HIAG in there ffs?
Terrible to say but there'd only be his pork pie hat left of him seconds after walking in.
Lovely place.
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I wondered if you’d post about the Eagle mate
Can you imagine HIAG in there ffs?
I'd be up at that bar, bashing my stick on the top and demanding to be served.
I'd take no nonsense from that shower, I can tell you, Tobias.
My mates uncle once walked into that pub to give his neighbour a bin bag.......it contained his Alsatian.
You’d have gone down well in there mate, by well I actually mean ****ing quickly.
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I was born in the East End, and my mother moved us to Tottenahm when I was 2 years old, after my father died.
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There was a time when Tottenham was a nice place. I caught the back end of those times, and I can barely remember them, as I was too young.
My family moved to Hertfordshire in 1976, just as I became a teenager, and I was glad to see the back of the place.