The Prince of Teck in Earls court had it's moments, in the 1980s.
Sunday lunchtimes we used to get shitfaced at some other place in Fulham Palace road where they had strippers (can't remember the name), then go to Benjys cafe for a builders breakfast, then into the Prince of Teck for more shenanigans.

I brought my 16 year old brother along one day, to show him how the big boys spend their Sundays.

He was slightly shellshocked already, but as we walked into the POT, there was some argument going on with a punter and the staff, and one of the female bartenders launched herself over the bar, and started punching this guy in the face before throwing him physically out the door.

Not a bad day, all in all.
(username failed moderation, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 12:45, 9 replies)

Christ, and it's almost posh these days!

( pineapplecharm D d M Y, H:i, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 14:14, closed)

Yeah, gone
all gastro and shit.

Earls court used to be about 90% Aussies, which gave it a more earthy tone. They've all gone home now.
(username failed moderation, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 15:29, closed)

Thank fuck

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 15:36, closed)

This pub used to get mobbed on Sunday with all the Aussies heading there after The Church.
I used to get in amongst back in 1999.
( Fray Brentos *mega-belms*, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 17:06, closed)

That was it, 'the church'.
Can't remember what the place was actually called though.

They used to throw baskets of ping pong balls into the crowd, and encourage us to throw those at the strippers, instead of beer cans.

This would have been around 1985 - 1987, I reckon.
(username failed moderation, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 17:09, closed)

I'd be afraid to throw ping pong balls at strippers...
...in case they find a way to fire them back at me.

Ahem.

Moving on.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 17:30, closed)

Still better than
a 2/3 full can of Fosters.
(username failed moderation, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 17:33, closed)

I'm given to understand...
...that *anything* is better than 2/3 can of Fosters for *anything*.

But I could be wrong.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Mon 10 Feb 2014, 17:39, closed)

This brings back memories;
The PoT used to be our local when we went up to the Royal Tournament. It used to have a stuffed kangaroo hanging from the ceiling.

I remember taking a policewoman I was trapping in there one Sunday afternoon and, being in July and rather warm she fainted.

I raised her legs like the good little medical person I was and and the twats nicked her shoes!

Some brilliant times in there and the Church.
(Docofair, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 1:37, closed)