Ah, Crazy Daisy's.
As you fear, dear Pooflake, Crazy Daisy's is no more*. Good job too, it really must've gone downhill to let the likes of YOU in!!


Nice story *click*




*The only place that Tom advised me NOT to do "the doors". He said the place was mental. I took his word for it.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Thu 7 May 2009, 17:32, 1 reply)

Pfffft.
Crazy Daisies wasn't really mental, because it catered for a specific clientele, and one not particularly noted for lagered-up violence. If you wanted to trade pharmaceuticals.......hmmm, that was a little livelier. Anyway, it was very sedate and serene compared to the shithole a couple of miles back towards Coventry.
I'm talking about the infamous Dilke Arms. ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEED a glassing, or stabbing, or shooting, or a punch-up requiring Transits full of coppers from Cov, Rugby and Leamington all at the same time. That's what happens when you have a late licence (1am? Gasp!!), get idiots from all 3 places (the punters, not the coppers) with absolutely no interest in music or dancing, just on getting pissed, trying to get laid, and showing how hard they were. Add good old fashioned glass pint mugs and there you go,the perfect recipe for lots of claret and multiple stitches.

Daisies became a Chinese Restaurant and currently stands boarded up.

I'll have a bet that it gets turned into a housing plot, just like the Dilke (RIP).
(Rsoles, Thu 7 May 2009, 19:18, closed)

Christ, The Dilke...!

What a shithole that place was. I used to live in Ryton, just around the corner from the Blacksmith's Arms and a well aimed stone's throw away from that godforsaken dump that was the Dilke.

I used to stay well away from the Dilke...which is probably why I'm still around today
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Thu 7 May 2009, 19:30, closed)

The Dilke!
Ooooh that takes me back to the invention of "The Coventry fruit cup".
A Pint glass, two shots of Cointreau (oranges) two shots of brandy (grapes) two of Kirsch (cherries) all topped-up to a pint with cider (apples).
My hangover was so bad my HAIR ached!

Happy days.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Fri 8 May 2009, 14:25, closed)

The Dilke
was a favourite way to scare Mothers for all 16 year old hardos.
"Where are you going sweetie?"

"Over to the Dilke"

"Aaaaaargghhhhh noooooooooooooo, here, have £20 if you stay in town, just DON'T.....GO....TO....THE.....DILKE!"

Driving down the A45 early in the morning was like Dawn of The Dead. There'd be a procession of idiots staggering along the road in ripped shirts, absolutely drenched in blood, generally heading in the opposite direction to where they lived. A great night out.
(Rsoles, Fri 8 May 2009, 20:16, closed)