My great aunt used to live opposite before Woolwich Road was widened. I’ll be sad when it finally disappears, but looks like another nail in the coffin.
So sad as I grew up directly opposite it, and helped em empty the barrels when it closed, but this tends to happen when an old pub sits on prime building plots, allegedly....
When was the Vic last open for business? I certainly didn't go there again once we left the Valley in '85. My last memory was playing Dexy's Midnight Runners on the jukebox and walking across that "House of Fun" floor feeling that I must have drunk twice as much as I actually had.
Only went in there once before a game. Premiership era. Had a small tv on top of fruit machine showing hard core porn. Very strange as pub was packed and nobody seemed concerned. I left immediately by the way.
Only went in there once before a game. Premiership era. Had a small tv on top of fruit machine showing hard core porn. Very strange as pub was packed and nobody seemed concerned. I came immediately by the way.
Dad told me he went out with the landlords daughter from the Lads of the Village pub when he was stationed at Woolwich barracks. He’s sill going strong (not with her) at 94 and just renewed his season ticket.
So sad as I grew up directly opposite it, and helped em empty the barrels when it closed, but this tends to happen when an old pub sits on prime building plots, allegedly....
I used to love it in there before a match. With it's topsy-turvey floor it felt like walking into the Crooked House on Southend seafront. The last pub I know to sell cheese rolls from one of those plastic boxes at the back of the bar. They were shrink wrapped in cling film and sometimes quite tough to chew like they'd been there for days, but they always tasted divine.
Before one premiership game There was a wedding reception I think something to do with Landlord didn’t shut the pub So we wished them well drunk a few pints & helped them finish the buffet
I used to love it in there before a match. With it's topsy-turvey floor it felt like walking into the Crooked House on Southend seafront. The last pub I know to sell cheese rolls from one of those plastic boxes at the back of the bar. They were shrink wrapped in cling film and sometimes quite tough to chew like they'd been there for days, but they always tasted divine.
A good old cheese and raw onion crusty roll wrapped in cling film. Halcyon days, it’s all Italian meat platters and olives nowadays.
Lib club used to do decent crusty rolls on matchdays.
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I concede that the pool table is likely to have a bit of a slope, but stop whingeing.
I certainly didn't go there again once we left the Valley in '85.
My last memory was playing Dexy's Midnight Runners on the jukebox and walking across that "House of Fun" floor feeling that I must have drunk twice as much as I actually had.
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I bet that's got some history.
There was a wedding reception
I think something to do with Landlord
didn’t shut the pub
So we wished them well drunk a few
pints & helped them finish the buffet