Lost pub where it was "drinking till 10 and fighting till 11"

[Alf Bentley]

There clearly was a fair bit of fighting among young men in the 40s & 50s, judging from talking to older men. However, I get the impression it was more like letting off steam after a dull week's work, almost like a sport - fists and maybe the odd chair, not knives or serious danger of much more than a black eye or a couple of missing teeth.

 

The pub described in the article sounds like the sort of place my Irish uncle would have frequented for a few years in his days as a young man working in England in post-war construction before returning to the Irish potato fields.

[Rincewind]

One of my mates is about 10 years older than me often talks about the fifties as a youth. he tells of buying an expensive pair of suede shoes that he was proud of only to be turned away from pubs. Even wearing a suit and tie was not good enough. He has is said the city centre pubs had mostly the older generation which is why teenagers mostly frequented and gathered in coffee bars. They had the jukeboxes and girls of their own age.

 

Why would a crim burgle someones house that probably had nothing in it when in those days  banks and post offices were a lot easier to break into and had cash on the premises?

Besides the bloke in the house would have taken the money down the pub and the missus would be at home with the kids so no chance of an empty house.

[Rincewind]

One of my mates is about 10 years older than me often talks about the fifties as a youth. he tells of buying an expensive pair of suede shoes that he was proud of only to be turned away from pubs. Even wearing a suit and tie was not good enough. He has is said the city centre pubs had mostly the older generation which is why teenagers mostly frequented and gathered in coffee bars. They had the jukeboxes and girls of their own age.

[Vacamion]

My experience, gathered all over the UK over 25 years of drinking in pubs, is that young lads like to drink too much and have a fight at the weekend.

 

Always has been so.

 

Usually, if you are not up for the fight, you don't get caught up in it.

 

[Saxondale]

Don't often see fights in town these days. Remember when I first started going out drinking as a teenager - and we're only talking about 15 years ago or so - there used to scraps all the time. Though this might be simply to do with the fact that there was about five time as many people out back in the day.

 

I reckon kids these days just stay in and abuse each other on Twitter. Instead of trying to pull girls in town, they just stalk girls on Facebook and send them photos of their penises.

[BoneDog]

I think my last fist-fight in a pub was when some bloke followed me into the toilets and smashed me into the tiles at the side of the urinals, from behind with a left hook as I was urinating! Appalling sportsmanship. Needless to say I was furious, but it all calmed down after a bit of to-ing and fro-ing.

 

I'd called him 'Hulio Inglasias' a few times throughout the evening, but when I called his dog 'Shep' for some reason that drove him over the edge and he decided to act on it.