Payday Friday...in the club as they opened before the pubs, plus we'd go in back doors about 4pm, then watch the silly old bastards lose their wages at cards, usually brag or pontoon.
I’m 20 years too young for bitter now so definitely not then. **** lager, **** cider with some **** squash.
There was only ever one pub I played cards at, and I only did so because you were only losing coinage. Seemed some rule the older ones had. I only played to be friendly plus the jukebox often played all the Queen stuff lol. They had pool tables downstairs and a family member of my mate use to play in the pub leagues, so a good excuse to go round all the boozers.
I'm wondering if I'm getting confused on the names as decades have gone by, but you are helping refresh my memory... One was draft bitter and draft mild, the other one was draft bitter and a bottle of whitbread pale..
I remember nearly getting myself in some bother once, because I was pretty good at pool. Anyway went in a boozer I hadn't been in before, out of my own town, no idea why I was even there. Anyway were a few local lads on the pool table playing for money, and clearly wanted someone to mug off. So I gave them a game acting like I aint got a clue and cleaned up their notes, then fooked off quick before I got my head kicked in lol, they were not happy, not one bit.
If that's what you enjoy mate, it's all that matters. If it's a really hot summers day, then I might have a lager. Much like when you go abroad, you just have what they got, which generally is something like lager.
Think that was just called bitter and pale. Another one I remember the name but not quite sure of mix, probably bitter and stout, was a black and tan. We used to have an old fella In one club, he'd have a pint of bitter and a bottle of barley wine and as he went down the pint would keep topping it up with the BW, until the bottle had gone, then repeat, pint and BW, used to have about 6 a night and always walked out in a straight line. Bit of a loner, always said hello but rarely got into a conversation with anyone.
I always remember a couple of really old blokes sitting in the corner of the pub, I think all they ever drank was stout, i got the impression that drink was the oldies tipple back then. They kept themselves to themselves, like they were part of the furniture.
