I remember going to Snobs wearing Devils horns one Halloween years ago when I was going through my transgender operation and some bloke shagged me in the toilets.I was amazed by his tiny cock and lack of personal hygiene.
For sticky floors you would be hard pressed to beat the academy.
The floor of the Hummingbird was so sticky that Solvite use to buy flooring from there for their adverts, complete with some poor bloke who was still stuck to it in his white suit. He shouldn't have drank so many £1 Redstripe cans.
Quote from: joe_c on March 01, 2012, 12:50:26 PMEight years ago to the day in the Troc, a crazy lady threw a glass at me and then came at me with a stool. Gillian McKeith?
Eight years ago to the day in the Troc, a crazy lady threw a glass at me and then came at me with a stool.
What, no mentions for The Greyhound off Holloway Head?I'll have a pint of Rough and Black please.Mind you our early 70's Friday nights used to start in the Costermonger, then on to the Troc, Bierkeller on New St. (below Bogarts)The Shakespeare and finally the Greyhound. By which time we didn't care what we were drinking.
Those were the days when the only pubs on Broad Street were the Crown and the Westward Ho!