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Post by Essex Terrier on Sept 5, 2018 20:47:08 GMT 1
Nothing like a pint of Tetleys or two in The Fly Boat (Flyboat?) , getting your gnashers round a decent growler before the match! I too really miss The Flyboat. Can't remember ever seeimg food of any description though. Crisps? My recollection was that they had pork pies....could be my age!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 20:51:38 GMT 1
Games arcade. Down the little lane at the side of what is now Huddersfield Gun Shop. Sorry, Kirklees Guns Wouldn't that lane lead to the back door of the Vulcan? Scrub that, I know it does. Officially, it was called Lord Street Leisure.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 20:58:58 GMT 1
Wouldn't that lane lead to the back door of the Vulcan? Scrub that, I know it does. Officially, it was called Lord Street Leisure. Apart from it being back door to the Vulcan, the only other business I've seen down that lane these days is a tattoo parlour.
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Post by Christ in Shades (art) on Sept 5, 2018 21:20:55 GMT 1
Officially, it was called Lord Street Leisure. Apart from it being back door to the Vulcan, the only other business I've seen down that lane these days is a tattoo parlour. Yeah it used to be where the tattooists now.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 9:07:25 GMT 1
Games arcade. Down the little lane at the side of what is now Huddersfield Gun Shop. Sorry, Kirklees Guns Ah, i vaguely remember that but i never went there. They had a hexagonal pool table. (That was an utter waste of time).
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Post by conman on Sept 6, 2018 10:05:07 GMT 1
Always the crown before the match. A fish butty from the elite next door to walk down to the Broadway with. A quick pint in there then down to the match. Back to the crown after the match and every home game the same, all fours till closing time, last bus back to golcar and fish, chips and peas from the junction. Happy days.. I feel sure i must know you...that was often my route to the games and i hung out with the Go;car lads though the 1980's. The Elite was good but i hated the queue on a Saturday. Stuart Woodhead had both those pubs...and half-a-dozen more. Coming from golcar myself, I was always with the golcar lads. As for the crown, I seemed to be never out of the place. Match days and from tech during the week. It's funny how one little incident can stick with you for life, but mine happened in the crown one lunchtime. Stuart's feisty wife Sheila came out of the kitchen with a plate of food and announced "sausage egg and chips", to no avail. Again "sausage egg and chips", still no response. By this time you could tell she was getting a bit annoyed "sausage egg and fucking chips", still no reply but the whole pub went silent. "fucking sausage, fucking egg and fucking bastarding chip", just at that very point a young lad came out of the toilet and said "ah yeah that's mine". The whole pub was in uproar and even Sheila cracked a bit of a smile.. You don't get service like that anymore.
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Post by Mecha Corte on Sept 6, 2018 10:30:10 GMT 1
I'm not from Huddersfield but about 36/37 years ago I was in the town, midweek at dinner time, I needed to get in touch with my brother and of course this was long before mobile phones, anyway I saw a you can phone from here sign in the window of the Palm Springs pub so went inside, I made my way through a thick cloud of smoke and as I came into view of the other inhabitants the loud reggae music stopped dead and what to me looked like Bob Marley with all of his Wailers stopped playing pool and drinking and just stared at me like I was dressed as a KKKlansman looking for someone to hang. I made a hasty exit and found a call box. The next Town home game I told a pal of mine from Dalton about it and he told me that Sunny that used to organise the Travel Club coaches (he later died in a car crash going to Bristol Rovers if I remember correctly) had been stabbed and was lucky to be alive in the Palm Springs for saying he has money on the pool table and it was his turn to play.
. I don't know if anybody from the time knows if that's true or not.
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Post by andyeastleake on Sept 6, 2018 21:00:54 GMT 1
I too really miss The Flyboat. Can't remember ever seeimg food of any description though. Crisps? My recollection was that they had pork pies....could be my age! Did they even have crisps? Might also be my age but I recall it as an old school "Mans" pub, drinks only & you wouldn't even begin to entertain the notion of taking a woman there. The beer was wonderfully well kept however.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Sept 6, 2018 21:17:53 GMT 1
I'm not from Huddersfield but about 36/37 years ago I was in the town, midweek at dinner time, I needed to get in touch with my brother and of course this was long before mobile phones, anyway I saw a you can phone from here sign in the window of the Palm Springs pub so went inside, I made my way through a thick cloud of smoke and as I came into view of the other inhabitants the loud reggae music stopped dead and what to me looked like Bob Marley with all of his Wailers stopped playing pool and drinking and just stared at me like I was dressed as a KKKlansman looking for someone to hang. I made a hasty exit and found a call box. The next Town home game I told a pal of mine from Dalton about it and he told me that Sunny that used to organise the Travel Club coaches (he later died in a car crash going to Bristol Rovers if I remember correctly) had been stabbed and was lucky to be alive in the Palm Springs for saying he has money on the pool table and it was his turn to play. . I don't know if anybody from the time knows if that's true or not. I went in several times and played pool...all cool. First time was a bit intimidating...but i had the Gooch with me
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 21:28:29 GMT 1
Crisps? My recollection was that they had pork pies....could be my age! Did they even have crisps? Might also be my age but I recall it as an old school "Mans" pub, drinks only & you wouldn't even begin to entertain the notion of taking a woman there. The beer was wonderfully well kept however. Pretty sure Flyboat had pies, butties and maybe even a pot of curry on in late 80s early 90s....used to pop in there occasionally if it was too busy in the Ship (old Ship on Shorehead Roundabout and then New Ship when big Richard later moved down there from the Ship)
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Post by Christ in Shades (art) on Sept 6, 2018 21:35:16 GMT 1
Did they even have crisps? Might also be my age but I recall it as an old school "Mans" pub, drinks only & you wouldn't even begin to entertain the notion of taking a woman there. The beer was wonderfully well kept however. Pretty sure Flyboat had pies, butties and maybe even a pot of curry on in late 80s early 90s....used to pop in there occasionally if it was too busy in the Ship (old Ship on Shorehead Roundabout and then New Ship when big Richard later moved down there from the Ship) We were in The Ship for the Chelsea Middlesbrough FA Cup final and it was a pound a pint until the first goal, Chelsea scored after about 30 seconds, the landlord was doing cartwheels round the place when Di Matteo's shot flew in.
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Post by Walton-on-the-Hill Terrier on Sept 6, 2018 21:35:49 GMT 1
I needed to get in touch with my brother and of course this was long before mobile phones, anyway I saw a you can phone from here sign in the window of the Palm Springs pub so went inside, I made my way through a thick cloud of smoke and as I came into view of the other inhabitants the loud reggae music stopped dead and what to me looked like Bob Marley with all of his Wailers stopped playing pool and drinking and just stared at me like I was dressed as a KKKlansman looking for someone to hang. I made a hasty exit and found a call box. Kind of similar to when I walked into a bar amongst the bayous and creeks of deepest South Louisiana near Morgan City (real oilfield trash) in ‘78. We were trying to find a dock to catch a supply boat out to a rig early the following morning. We stopped outside this bar (having seen a 9’ snake cross the road in front of the car and heard the growls of unseen gators) to ask for directions. As I opened the door a bunch of Cajuns stopped in mid-shot whilst playing pool, all eyes on me, everyone chewing tobacco snuff. When I got to the bar it was obvious I wasn’t a local. Silence. Then this 200lb barmaid came round the bar, put her arm round my shoulders, calmly walked me back outside with all eyes still following me and pointed out the way to the dock.
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Post by Hammy (still in Golcar) on Sept 6, 2018 22:14:47 GMT 1
went through a phase of the lunchtime special at Sher e Punjab in early 90s. mixed kebab , main course curry rice or nan for £4.99 Done two runners from the Sher e.......not an easy feat considering the lay out of the place When ants came out the toilet, jeans round ankle,pecker swinging, place packed. Kicked the door “ Ow, there no fucking bog roll in there “
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 22:26:34 GMT 1
I'm not from Huddersfield but about 36/37 years ago I was in the town, midweek at dinner time, I needed to get in touch with my brother and of course this was long before mobile phones, anyway I saw a you can phone from here sign in the window of the Palm Springs pub so went inside, I made my way through a thick cloud of smoke and as I came into view of the other inhabitants the loud reggae music stopped dead and what to me looked like Bob Marley with all of his Wailers stopped playing pool and drinking and just stared at me like I was dressed as a KKKlansman looking for someone to hang. I made a hasty exit and found a call box. The next Town home game I told a pal of mine from Dalton about it and he told me that Sunny that used to organise the Travel Club coaches (he later died in a car crash going to Bristol Rovers if I remember correctly) had been stabbed and was lucky to be alive in the Palm Springs for saying he has money on the pool table and it was his turn to play. . I don't know if anybody from the time knows if that's true or not. We did Palm Springs when attempting that have a drink in every pub inside the ring road challenge. We went in, fairly mob handed early evening and it was cool. Mellow even. I think we lost a few participants in there. I never completed the challenge, eventually waking up in my neighbours front garden with my kecks around my knees and a big pile of puke next to me. Good day!
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Post by conman on Sept 6, 2018 22:44:31 GMT 1
Crisps? My recollection was that they had pork pies....could be my age! Did they even have crisps? Might also be my age but I recall it as an old school "Mans" pub, drinks only & you wouldn't even begin to entertain the notion of taking a woman there. The beer was wonderfully well kept however. Nah, I used to take the ex wife down to the flyboat quite a lot. Must admit tho, I did feel a bit sorry for her a few times, looking through the window at me when it was pissing it down outside..
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Post by conman on Sept 6, 2018 22:46:32 GMT 1
Did they even have crisps? Might also be my age but I recall it as an old school "Mans" pub, drinks only & you wouldn't even begin to entertain the notion of taking a woman there. The beer was wonderfully well kept however. Nah, I used to take the ex wife down to the flyboat quite a lot. Must admit tho, I did feel a bit sorry for her a few times, looking through the window at me when it was pissing it down outside.. Oh and they did do pies. We used to call there regularly before night matches.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 22:52:58 GMT 1
Nah, I used to take the ex wife down to the flyboat quite a lot. Must admit tho, I did feel a bit sorry for her a few times, looking through the window at me when it was pissing it down outside.. Oh and they did do pies. We used to call there regularly before night matches. I'm sure they had sandwiches on the bar in one of them transparent containers. Also pickled eggs. Was it Peter who ran it around the 1980's and 90's. Nice bloke, knew some of his family.
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Post by conman on Sept 6, 2018 23:07:00 GMT 1
Oh and they did do pies. We used to call there regularly before night matches. I'm sure they had sandwiches on the bar in one of them transparent containers. Also pickled eggs. Was it Peter who ran it around the 1980's and 90's. Nice bloke, knew some of his family. Not sure who ran it to be honest, but he always seemed very welcoming and friendly. Talking of pickled eggs, my mate once downed ten pints of Guinness down town, each pint followed by a pickled egg. He also used to purposely not go to toilet all night, to see how far he could walk whilst having a slash. He managed it from the rose and crown at golcar, right down to the junction inn one night. He did start wavering slightly by the providence chapel, but got a second wind and carried on. He was a bit of an oddball though.
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Post by Clark W Griswald (CAS) on Sept 7, 2018 12:00:18 GMT 1
Done two runners from the Sher e.......not an easy feat considering the lay out of the place When ants came out the toilet, jeans round ankle,pecker swinging, place packed. Kicked the door “ Ow, there no fucking bog roll in there “ Great days 😂
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Post by morleyterrier on Sept 7, 2018 13:21:20 GMT 1
Used to like a Merry England beef and onion. They have gone downhill though haven't they?.
Then for ease and with the beef sarnies being no good, McDonalds on corner by Market square. Trouble is, you can go to a restaurant and order (and finish) a three course meal by the time you get served in there. The new ordering screens, makes waiting times way, way worse.
So canned that.
Now?, usually a steak bake from Greggs on New street.
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Post by The Roaring Twenties on Sept 7, 2018 13:33:27 GMT 1
Used to like a Merry England beef and onion. They have gone downhill though haven't they?. Then for ease and with the beef sarnies being no good, McDonalds on corner by Market square. Trouble is, you can go to a restaurant and order (and finish) a three course meal by the time you get served in there. The new ordering screens, makes waiting times way, way worse. So canned that. Now?, usually a steak bake from Greggs on New street. Inspiring stuff that mate
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Post by morleyterrier on Sept 7, 2018 13:37:36 GMT 1
Used to like a Merry England beef and onion. They have gone downhill though haven't they?. Then for ease and with the beef sarnies being no good, McDonalds on corner by Market square. Trouble is, you can go to a restaurant and order (and finish) a three course meal by the time you get served in there. The new ordering screens, makes waiting times way, way worse. So canned that. Now?, usually a steak bake from Greggs on New street. Inspiring stuff that mate I know!. I have about a 15 minute window between my train getting in and the beers starting. Can't drink on an empty stomach. I used to get an earlier train and go to that cafe up a ginnel by where the Town shop is. Soup and sandwich, it was lovely there. Not sure why it closed as it was always busy.
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Post by Nickhudds.UTT on Jul 25, 2019 19:21:03 GMT 1
Wimpy bar is open again, Best cafe in town Round frankfurters and big shakes.
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Post by Christ in Shades (art) on Jul 25, 2019 19:53:23 GMT 1
Wimpy bar is open again, Best cafe in town Round frankfurters and big shakes. They should give you a free meal once a week Nick for all the cheerleading you do for this place.
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Post by The Sheriff Strikes Back on Jul 25, 2019 20:08:55 GMT 1
Never had one before, probably will do soon to satisfy curiosity
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Post by Chips Longhorn on Jul 25, 2019 20:12:06 GMT 1
Never had one before, probably will do soon to satisfy curiosity Before mcdonalds... before burger king... every town had a wimpy.. definitely the daddy amongst those three. Only problem is you might bump into a sweaty Nick who jogs down for a circular sausage and a piss
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Jul 25, 2019 20:26:20 GMT 1
I feel sure i must know you...that was often my route to the games and i hung out with the Go;car lads though the 1980's. The Elite was good but i hated the queue on a Saturday. Stuart Woodhead had both those pubs...and half-a-dozen more. Coming from golcar myself, I was always with the golcar lads. As for the crown, I seemed to be never out of the place. Match days and from tech during the week. It's funny how one little incident can stick with you for life, but mine happened in the crown one lunchtime. Stuart's feisty wife Sheila came out of the kitchen with a plate of food and announced "sausage egg and chips", to no avail. Again "sausage egg and chips", still no response. By this time you could tell she was getting a bit annoyed "sausage egg and fucking chips", still no reply but the whole pub went silent. "fucking sausage, fucking egg and fucking bastarding chip", just at that very point a young lad came out of the toilet and said "ah yeah that's mine". The whole pub was in uproar and even Sheila cracked a bit of a smile.. You don't get service like that anymore. I recanted this story to Peter (landlord of the Vulcan) and his sister just before he passed away. They laughed naturally. Sadly missed is Pete.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Jul 25, 2019 20:32:09 GMT 1
I'm not from Huddersfield but about 36/37 years ago I was in the town, midweek at dinner time, I needed to get in touch with my brother and of course this was long before mobile phones, anyway I saw a you can phone from here sign in the window of the Palm Springs pub so went inside, I made my way through a thick cloud of smoke and as I came into view of the other inhabitants the loud reggae music stopped dead and what to me looked like Bob Marley with all of his Wailers stopped playing pool and drinking and just stared at me like I was dressed as a KKKlansman looking for someone to hang. I made a hasty exit and found a call box. The next Town home game I told a pal of mine from Dalton about it and he told me that Sunny that used to organise the Travel Club coaches (he later died in a car crash going to Bristol Rovers if I remember correctly) had been stabbed and was lucky to be alive in the Palm Springs for saying he has money on the pool table and it was his turn to play. . I don't know if anybody from the time knows if that's true or not. We did Palm Springs when attempting that have a drink in every pub inside the ring road challenge. We went in, fairly mob handed early evening and it was cool. Mellow even. I think we lost a few participants in there. I never completed the challenge, eventually waking up in my neighbours front garden with my kecks around my knees and a big pile of puke next to me. Good day! I completed it with the Gooch over a weekend....think it was 52 halves in places as diverse as the Irish club, St Pats and my first visit to the Vulcan. Thas a lot of pints....26 actually.
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Post by The Sheriff Strikes Back on Jul 25, 2019 20:37:40 GMT 1
Never had one before, probably will do soon to satisfy curiosity Before mcdonalds... before burger king... every town had a wimpy.. definitely the daddy amongst those three. Only problem is you might bump into a sweaty Nick who jogs down for a circular sausage and a piss Thanks for the heads up, I'll be sure to take my shotgun
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Post by allan 1958 (OAF-WROY)(SSLFF) on Jul 25, 2019 20:51:08 GMT 1
1966 - pork pie from a bloke selling them in the ground from a wicker basket - 6d? Now then that's a memory we too indulged in a pie foe half time. Dad paid
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