@stockportaddick it was. I lived 200 metres away until 1980. When we hosted parties we would order a firkin of Boddingtons, delivered on a Thursday by the brewery, who aerated It with a slow bleeder and then came back on the Saturday morning with a dispensing tap. Moving up from London I couldn’t believe how cheap everything was.
Boddies, 'by eck, that were good' as Melanie Sykes said in the advert! My old man moved us north in Jan 77 to Bramhall and the guvnor of our local boozer took over at the Riflemans in the late 80's. Used to pop in there every so often to say hello.
Was in 82 or early 83 in the foresters(upper Wickham lane)or in the fanny(fanny on the hill) probably about 80p I think Soon moved onto the jolly drayman and more 'lively'pubs of the area where prices soon went over the pound Lovely times back then
Not being the tallest of guys, when I started drinking around '85 I was always expecting to get asked for ID. The only time this happened was in The Swan and Sugarloaf in South Croydon. We walked in and was asked for ID, this we did not have. The barman apologised and said there had been a punch up the previous week and were vetting people coming in.
I always thought the palice pricks could not hold their drink.
Been trying to remember how much my first match at the valley cost. No idea. Can’t remember the price of my first season ticket, 1974/75, either. I am certain that football was more affordable then.
About 1s/10d in 1970 in The Beehive, New Eltham, also in the Royal Eltham and Crossways at the top of Green Lane. Used to buy a light and bitter as you used to get more than a pint!! Ah those were the days, however @TCE I heard used to pay a Groat for a flaggon of Scrumpy!! Circa 1895!!! Lol
First legal pint would’ve cost about £1.15 round my way in 1990 but the first pint I ever bought in a pub (Roman Baths, York) was probably 80ish-p in 1986. I was thirteen. My sister can beat me though, she actually got nicked for underage drinking at the age of 12. She’s a copper now.
Anybody remember Welcome Inn Sunday night disco. £1 to get in 20p for a light and bitter. Same people run the Tuesday night at the Dutch House. Same £1 and 2Op a pint.
Anybody remember Welcome Inn Sunday night disco. £1 to get in 20p for a light and bitter. Same people run the Tuesday night at the Dutch House. Same £1 and 2Op a pint.
Been trying to remember how much my first match at the valley cost. No idea. Can’t remember the price of my first season ticket, 1974/75, either. I am certain that football was more affordable then.
I can remember either going under the turnstile or paying a tanner when I first went to league football.
I bought my first pints when I was 15 ( I probably looked 13 or 14 ) for 13 “new pence” in a pub called The Nags Head in Abercych in Wales in 1971. In 1975 I started work in the Royal Charlotte in Crayford when a rather nasty pint of Courage Best was 17p.
Couldn't remember but checking online it would have been around £0.14 in 1973. Blooming heck, a round of 6 pints and you would still get change back from £1.
I clearly recall putting a quid in a whip, having 4 pints on a Friday lunchtime (amazing, I’d be a stretcher case these days) and knowing there was a fair bit left for next time. I have a very vague recollection of a pint being about 22p in 1974.
Anybody remember Welcome Inn Sunday night disco. £1 to get in 20p for a light and bitter. Same people run the Tuesday night at the Dutch House. Same £1 and 2Op a pint.
I remember it very well, spent a lot of happy Sunday nights in the Welcome Inn Disco.
Anybody remember Welcome Inn Sunday night disco. £1 to get in 20p for a light and bitter. Same people run the Tuesday night at the Dutch House. Same £1 and 2Op a pint.
Remember it well. 1975/76?
Yep, me too. Gerry of Sound City (Gerry McCarthy) used to do the disco.
240 pence to the pound, 12 pence to the shilling (bob) ... and we had the florin (two-bob) and half-a-crown (2s/6d ... a reasonable weekly pocket money sum in the 1960s).
Supplement that with the tanner (sixpence), the 'thru'penny bit' (three pence) - a curious twelve-sided brass affair, the ten-bob note and the pound note and what more could you wish for? Well, the answer, of course, is the guinea (One pound and one shilling). High-class shops would always price their items in guineas.
Of course, below the penny, you could have the ha'penny (half a penny) and, for the more elderly among us, the farthing (one quarter of a penny).
Popular childhood money-making pursuits would include 'Penny for the guy' ... a public prostitution game conducted in late October (to raise money for fireworks) where passers-by would be extolled to part with their cash in appreciation of a poorly-fabricated 'guy' ... usually an old jumper and trousers stuffed with newspaper with a face drawn on a football, and invariably displayed from the confines of an old pushchair.
Hard to resist.
There was a more legalised form of fund-raising supported by the Scout and Guiding movement ... 'Bob-a-job'. This involved unaccompanied 7-years olds knocking at the doors of strangers' houses to ask if there is anything that they (the child) might do in return for 'a bob' (which, as you are now aware, was the equivalent to 5p).
Unsurprisingly, most recipients of the offer were quite happy to support the Cub and Scout movement in this early venture into child slavery, but many took advantage. On one occasion, I can personally remember having to decorate almost an entire house and build a small extension (after having unblocked the drains) in return for my 'bob'.
So, there you have it. Much simpler times.
And don't even get me started on rods, poles and perches.
Around £1 in the Railway Tavern in Longfield, Kent 1988 - lager - probably Fosters, but can’t recall
Was the landlord still the big bloke with a beard?
No - it was a tall bloke with dark black hair - very old school - didn’t like young people being in there - it became my local, as my Sunday league football team based ourselves there
Later the landlords were Brenda and Alf - he was very fat, and stunned me years later when he told me he was ex Royal Marine and had served in places like Aden and Northern Ireland - he didn’t find it very amusing when I commented that he had let himself go a bit 😂
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10 d a pint. That's old money. 2 pts were enough.
Soon moved onto the jolly drayman and more 'lively'pubs of the area where prices soon went over the pound
Lovely times back then
In 1975 I started work in the Royal Charlotte in Crayford when a rather nasty pint of Courage Best was 17p.
Yep, me too. Gerry of Sound City (Gerry McCarthy) used to do the disco.
240 pence to the pound, 12 pence to the shilling (bob) ... and we had the florin (two-bob) and half-a-crown (2s/6d ... a reasonable weekly pocket money sum in the 1960s).
Supplement that with the tanner (sixpence), the 'thru'penny bit' (three pence) - a curious twelve-sided brass affair, the ten-bob note and the pound note and what more could you wish for? Well, the answer, of course, is the guinea (One pound and one shilling). High-class shops would always price their items in guineas.
Of course, below the penny, you could have the ha'penny (half a penny) and, for the more elderly among us, the farthing (one quarter of a penny).
Popular childhood money-making pursuits would include 'Penny for the guy' ... a public prostitution game conducted in late October (to raise money for fireworks) where passers-by would be extolled to part with their cash in appreciation of a poorly-fabricated 'guy' ... usually an old jumper and trousers stuffed with newspaper with a face drawn on a football, and invariably displayed from the confines of an old pushchair.
Hard to resist.
There was a more legalised form of fund-raising supported by the Scout and Guiding movement ... 'Bob-a-job'. This involved unaccompanied 7-years olds knocking at the doors of strangers' houses to ask if there is anything that they (the child) might do in return for 'a bob' (which, as you are now aware, was the equivalent to 5p).
Unsurprisingly, most recipients of the offer were quite happy to support the Cub and Scout movement in this early venture into child slavery, but many took advantage. On one occasion, I can personally remember having to decorate almost an entire house and build a small extension (after having unblocked the drains) in return for my 'bob'.
So, there you have it. Much simpler times.
And don't even get me started on rods, poles and perches.
Later the landlords were Brenda and Alf - he was very fat, and stunned me years later when he told me he was ex Royal Marine and had served in places like Aden and Northern Ireland - he didn’t find it very amusing when I commented that he had let himself go a bit 😂
Double Diamond & Light or Brown & mild!