Out Tonight?

[therealpattcobb]

Can't beat a good old reminiscing thread.

So where did people go when they went out?

In the 90s Pattishall folk, when we weren't burning witches, would be Red Lion on a Friday night and hopefully after a Cobblers win it would be once a month minibus to town.

Often ending up at Chicago's, Bit of Bridge Street but even in the 90s that had declined somewhat.

If a minibus was ordered to return us to the sticks, very often it did not carry as many back as it did coming out!

Sometimes that included me, as I would often slink away from the group and frequent a couple of "my" places.

I was very much closeted back then, so it was always a bit a thrill if I'm honest.

I do remember Cinderella's, but I was even younger then. The over biding memory from there is that it was ruthless, if you were in a group of lads and one of you was refused entry, then tough. You went home, no sympathy from your mates and of course no laughing matter when you had to get a Westbridge back to Pattishall on your own!

[DavCobb]

Brit on a Thursday and Sunday, town on a Friday and Saturday.
Bridge street, Ritzy, Stars and Stripes (erection section), I guess Chicago's occasionally, Auntie Ruth's (different places, different times), or the bus to MK, whilst the MK mob came over on a bus the other way. Normally missed the bus back and had to pool for a taxi. Seeing the same faces every week.
Was never in the Glenvilles crowd.

I can not imagine anything worse than drinking in a pub in town these days! Totally different generation now and don't think it is a thing anymore, certainly not on that scale and you couldn't go out with £20.

[F30]

Train to Coventry some Saturday’s, place in the precinct was buzzing in the early rave era, Rayzells in Bletchley on a Saturday was good as well. BC’s in Gold St and the “wine bar” opposite was heaving. Lots of NAT types frequented both. Bridge St was avoided for most of the 80’s, being yampy central. Cobblers wine bar was ok. I worked alternate weekends so made the most of my free ones and travelled all over the place to all-nighters and the suchlike

[therealpattcobb]

Brit on a Thursday and Sunday, town on a Friday and Saturday.
Bridge street, Ritzy, Stars and Stripes (erection section), I guess Chicago's occasionally, Auntie Ruth's (different places, different times), or the bus to MK, whilst the MK mob came over on a bus the other way. Normally missed the bus back and had to pool for a taxi. Seeing the same faces every week.
Was never in the Glenvilles crowd.

I can not imagine anything worse than drinking in a pub in town these days! Totally different generation now and don't think it is a thing anymore, certainly not on that scale and you couldn't go out with £20.

Yeah Brit on a Sunday night. Had to take the driving in turns though, so one of us had a miserable night!

I go out for quality not quantity these days, so Princess Alexander, Malt Shovel and and Phipps whenever I'm in town.
I've turned into the sort of person i used to take the ssip out of back in the day!

[Tabasco Kid]

Since the sad demise of the Billy, I rarely venture into town pubs these days aside from the Lamplighter, or the Racehorse. (It aint the Black Prince).
I prefer the Welly Road, but the quality of ale available these days is getting worse. On the plus side, all of them stay open till at least midnight at the weekend, or 2am for at least 3 of them if thats your thing.  The Olde England is worth a big shout for its range of beer and quirkiness.

[BackOfTheNet]

Me and my mates used to take it in turns to drive,  so we ventured to quite a few places. Wednesdays and most Saturdays would be one of The Worlds End (the only pub I've ever been barred from - twice!), Whitehills, Sunnyside, Chevys, the Cock, the North Star, the Spinney Hill, Barratts or at one stage The Vault (until we were informed it was a criminal hangout and a hot-spot for trouble, neither of which we'd ever witnessed).

If we ventured into town we'd either start at the Plough and work up Bridge Street or at the Wedgewood and work the other way, either way we'd end up at Chicagos. Before that opened it was The Zone but only because that was the only option to keep drinking after the pubs shut. The music there was never our thing.

Sundays depended on how lively we felt after the Saturday night; either a lively night in the Brit or Billing Mill or a quiet one doing the quiz in the Adelaide.

[Terryfenwickatemyhamster]

Beckwith Emporium for afternoon tea.

Used to love. The Harbour Lights, King Billy, or the Lupas, Pagan sons clubs. Particularly enjoyed the Paddock as well.

[F30]

The last time I went out in town was pre Pandemic and I went to the Maule Collective Bar in Derngate. Very chilled and convivial, sadly I was the oldest person in there  ... I haven't been out at night since the lockdowns ended, social phobia and all that malarkey

[DavCobb]

Beckwith Emporium for afternoon tea.

That is more my cup of tea....pre-booked of course.
If you haven't already you should go over to Fawsley Hall, next level afternoon tea with 9 loose leaf varieties getting wafted under your nose. The folks were mortified before I said "English breakfast please" to the tea sommelier.

[BackOfTheNet]

That is more my cup of tea....pre-booked of course.
If you haven't already you should go over to Fawsley Hall, next level afternoon tea with 9 loose leaf varieties getting wafted under your nose. The folks were mortified before I said "English breakfast please" to the tea sommelier.

I get the same frisson of enjoyment when going into a beardy bitter establishment and getting sniffy because they don't have Fosters.

[Tabasco Kid]

Beckwith Emporium for afternoon tea.

Used to love. The Harbour Lights, King Billy, or the Lupas, Pagan sons clubs. Particularly enjoyed the Paddock as well.

Ah yes the Lupus. Just behind the Grand Hotel. With the hole knocked through the wall into nextdoor derelict property. And the massive open oil burner for good measure. And a urinal that you could wade through. Willy or Neil on the door. How that place never got busted I will never know.
Some good nights though, Tough at the top with Happy Mondays Bez on maracas would be up there. Apparently he was staying at the Grand, and was attracted by the commotion.

[F30]

A mate was turned away from the Lupus, wrong colour apparently

[Tabasco Kid]

A mate was turned away from the Lupus, wrong colour apparently

Now that I can believe! I got turned away from the Mattafancanta in Sheep Street for the exact same reason. If you stick to what you know, then all will be fine.

[F30]

Now that I can believe! I got turned away from the Mattafancanta in Sheep Street for the exact same reason. If you stick to what you know, then all will be fine.

I played at the MFM, never had an issue there.

[Melbourne Cobbler]

Met my wife in Stirlings, got shot down in flames. However, my relentless stalking and contempt of the restraining order eventually won through.

[Melbourne Cobbler]

Now that I can believe! I got turned away from the Mattafancanta in Sheep Street for the exact same reason. If you stick to what you know, then all will be fine.

I went in there one night on the way home from some club. Basically because I had a bet with Clifford McCoy.

[F30]

The Phipps and the Crown were my favourite haunts when I used to drink, a 10 minute stroll from my house through the Bouverie estate. Marlene kept a tight ship in the Crown

[Tabasco Kid]

I played at the MFM, never had an issue there.

Until somebody popped a fuse in your plug...
You know exactly what I mean, about most clubs and establishments in the late eighties. If your face, hair, clothes, shoes, did not fit the demographic, then you werent allowed in. End of story.
Anyway, knowing you, this must have been an anti racism/ anti fascist gig, in which case you were probably welcomed with open arms. Yes or no? And please dont play with words.

[F30]

No, it was a straightforward gig, we were asked to play there, mid 1980s

[BackOfTheNet]

Met my wife in Stirlings, got shot down in flames. However, my relentless stalking and contempt of the restraining order eventually won through.

Speaking of meeting wives, an old mate of mine has a brilliant story of how he met his in a nightclub.

He met up with a group of friends and she was with them. He rather liked the look of her but couldn't hear to speak to her. Eventually he saw her leaving the main club area and followed her out, only to realise she was going to the loo.

Undaunted, he loitered around outside the ladies until she reappeared. At this point he had a complete blank and said the first thing that popped into his head - "Was it a s*** or a pìss?"

They ended up married so it obviously worked!