there's only one Castle
Just next to Piccadilly Gardens in city center Manchester there is a lovely rustic (ie ruff as feck) pub called "The Castle." Fantastic place, multi-roomed, all with thier own unique flavour (and smell), and well renowned for serving after time has been called (alledgedly, officers).

One evening a few friends and I were chatting at the bar when the most troll-like baglady I've ever seen pushes open the front door and tries to drag her shoppping trolley in with her. (I say her trolley, strictly speaking it belonged to Tesco's).
"Oy! Gladys" shouts the barman "I told you before -- y'barred".
"Just want a quick nip" pleads the troll.
"Fuck off Gladys, before you get pulled again" says barman (I think he meant arrested as oppossed to offers of sex - there's not enough deoderant in the world for the latter).
So Gladys pushes the shopping trolley back into the street and says "Right!"
She then squats down and gushes about 40 gallons of piss all over the mat by the front door. I swear to the gods, the vapour that came of the piss fumed- as in, 1980's pop video. Did I mention the Castle only has a front door? The smell was horrendous- eyes were watering, women were puking, we were laughing ours tits off in between gasping for breath. We all became olympic standard triple jumpers trying to get out of the pub.
Ah.... "The Castle."
(bugboybeast, Fri 5 Sep 2008, 16:27, 2 replies)

I may
Have to go to this very family friendly pub.
(Eo1spy is reversing the polarity on, Sat 6 Sep 2008, 0:16, closed)

Castle RIP
There 'was' a lovely little pub called the Castle. Another victim of the smoking ban.
(finbarr, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 14:09, closed)