Dodgy boozers
Just a vagabond writes, "I once had a guy in a pub shout completely out of the blue at me 'OI! BIG NOSE!' and then ask coyly 'Fancy a fight?'"
Tell us stories of the dodgy boozers you've been to, and what happened.
( , Fri 7 Feb 2014, 12:32)
Just a vagabond writes, "I once had a guy in a pub shout completely out of the blue at me 'OI! BIG NOSE!' and then ask coyly 'Fancy a fight?'"
Tell us stories of the dodgy boozers you've been to, and what happened.
( , Fri 7 Feb 2014, 12:32)
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Middlesbrough
The pub nearest the train station car park entrance, its on a corner but I cant recall its name.
The Zetland possibly?
Back in the 80s I'd heard the stories, infamous for being really rough and well known for being a knocking shop.
A bunch of us were off on a weekend jolly to Whitby by train and it was agreed we would meet up in that pub.
I turned up first and had about half an hour to wait for the others.
I was the only woman in the bar full of rather scary looking blokes and was propositioned a good dozen times, started off politely saying no thanks, just waiting for friends, ended up just bluntly saying 'Im not a prostitute go away'
At one point I went into the ladies and there were 2 of the ropiest raddled old whores in there being shouted at by their pimp.
They stopped and stared at me while I hurredly used a cubicle.
When I came out one of the ladies had lost her wig, it was sitting in a pool on the floor and her makeup was smeared all down her face , she was crying while the man shouted at her, to get herself sorted and back out to work.
Again they stopped and stared at me as I left.
Decided it may be prudent to wait outside the pub instead of going back into the bar.
Only went in there one other time, for a gay disco upstairs but thats another story
( , Fri 7 Feb 2014, 16:27, 1 reply)
The pub nearest the train station car park entrance, its on a corner but I cant recall its name.
The Zetland possibly?
Back in the 80s I'd heard the stories, infamous for being really rough and well known for being a knocking shop.
A bunch of us were off on a weekend jolly to Whitby by train and it was agreed we would meet up in that pub.
I turned up first and had about half an hour to wait for the others.
I was the only woman in the bar full of rather scary looking blokes and was propositioned a good dozen times, started off politely saying no thanks, just waiting for friends, ended up just bluntly saying 'Im not a prostitute go away'
At one point I went into the ladies and there were 2 of the ropiest raddled old whores in there being shouted at by their pimp.
They stopped and stared at me while I hurredly used a cubicle.
When I came out one of the ladies had lost her wig, it was sitting in a pool on the floor and her makeup was smeared all down her face , she was crying while the man shouted at her, to get herself sorted and back out to work.
Again they stopped and stared at me as I left.
Decided it may be prudent to wait outside the pub instead of going back into the bar.
Only went in there one other time, for a gay disco upstairs but thats another story
( , Fri 7 Feb 2014, 16:27, 1 reply)
that was a bit rough too, a woman tore a sink off the bathroom wall after being turned down, and a man shouted at me after his BF chatted me up. It was all rather confusing.
To this day I cant listen to Chaka Khan singing Im every woman without hearing 'climb every woman' which seemed to be the anthem at the time.
( , Fri 7 Feb 2014, 16:52, closed)
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