Cant remember the name of the pub but it was in a mining village nr Dunfermline called Valleyfield. Probably a block of flats now.
My workmates at the dockyard told me to avoid it as they don't like the English in there, and we also had a slinger that lived there and he told me that too.
Wasn't having that. so the Mrs and me walked in one Saturday lunchtime asked the Mrs what she wanted, walked to the bar all happy with myself and as soon as i opened my mouth, the landlord said we don't serve English people in here. I looked around the room and in deadly silence we were given a guard of honour to the door out of the pub.
Pretty much any pub in Slade Green/Erith although the vast majority are gone now.
Took my cousin for a weekday afternoon drink in the Style & Winch once and we both managed to get barred, despite there only being a handful of 'customers' in there.
Got clumped in the face from behind by two gentlemen in the 90s in the Lord Raglan without any provocation, presumably because I had a pony tail at the time.
Market Tavern, Huddersfield. The Peacock, Leeds. More locally, The Anglesea Arms and the very long gone King and Queen in Mottingham
The Peackock isn't that bad if Leeds aren't playing, even a couple of the nicer bars in town become rough as fuck when they do, even worse when they are on tele.
There was a pub I went in on an estate in Ashford a few times, the Nelson, I think. That was rough.
Asquith's in Morley isn't "rough" as such more weird.
The British Queen, just round the corner from White Hart Lane station. Absolute utter shithole but as a 15yo going Spurs with a few mates, we knew we'd get served in there!
The Flying Scotsman at Kings Cross , now a restaurant but used to be a strippers joint , pound in the glass pub . The toilets were that disgusting that there were stalactites of male bodily fluid hanging off the walls and ceiling. All the strippers looked like crack heads . A truly revolting pub.
For those old enough The Mitre in Woolwich, just down from Manzies on the corner, a bikers pub. Fortunately I was mates with a bikers brother, used to go with him just to watch the fights
Never ventured in but The Barge Pole in Thamesmead was the most feared boozer I remember. Apparently if you drank in there and turned your pint glass upside down on the bar that was a challenge to fight the hardest bloke in there !!
Bulldog - Swindon. Was playing the Fruit Machine, when a guy told me it was his Fruit Machine and I should get off it(well in words to that effect)!! Given the Yellow Streak down my back I did!! About 6 months later pub featured on "UK's Wosrt Pub". Now a Tesco's Express.
That was the second-nearest pub to me, back when I first moved to my current corner of Swindon. Never went into it and it's quite possible I don't know anyone who ever did. Always had the impression you needed a criminal record to get served there.
The Bell in Swindon Old Town used to be a fun place in the early nineties. Decent beer, music was mainly punk, popular with bikers. Great place, but definitely somewhere to be careful about looking people in the eye. The recent graduates at my then-employer sometimes used to meet up there, but only if none of the loud and/or posh people were joining us.
Old Friends in Greenwich - not sure that it was rough as in clientele, as the times we went in there were no problems - but it definitely needed a lick of paint towards the end!!
Not what i would class as rough pub but have been to some strange and dirty ones. One strange one springs to mind...
Went to a pub very close to Gillinghams train station a few years back. We were playing them so me and my sister went there for a first drink as we arrived in Gillingham.
Now as all proper Charlton fans should know, the closest pub to a train station is usually the site of some of the most debauched people in our society as this is usually the last port of call before a train ride home where most end up missing their station to get off. I should know I have on numerous occasions been one of those people. anyway, this was a Saturday afternoon, roughly half 12 so I thought it would be safe.
As we walked in to the pub there was two chaps standing 2 inches away from the wall staring at the wallpaper.
They weren't the only people though. Their was a group of four playing pool. however we found out that some of the balls were missing as they had been used the previous night to smash up the fruit machine.
The barmaid who served us was polite enough to at least ask us what we want. Problem was they only had one beer on and that happened to not be the same beer that the label suggested it was.
We had our drinks but didn't sit down due to the fact the chairs and tables were all at different heights.
The two chaps who were staring at the wall paper were still there, barely moved bar some gentle swaying every now and then. I don't know if this was some form of entertainment, a dare or a bet but after we had one very quick drink and walked out of the place they were still at it. dedication.
As a student I worked behind the bar in the Woodman Blackfen. Within a few months i got bitten by Frank the gypsy, cs gas in my eyes, saw a pikeys bum hole, got kicked off my bike, punch ups and dodgy notes all day long, plus a massive street brawl which left us with no working pool cues.
Bulldog - Swindon. Was playing the Fruit Machine, when a guy told me it was his Fruit Machine and I should get off it(well in words to that effect)!! Given the Yellow Streak down my back I did!! About 6 months later pub featured on "UK's Wosrt Pub". Now a Tesco's Express.
That was the second-nearest pub to me, back when I first moved to my current corner of Swindon. Never went into it and it's quite possible I don't know anyone who ever did. Always had the impression you needed a criminal record to get served there.
The Bell in Swindon Old Town used to be a fun place in the early nineties. Decent beer, music was mainly punk, popular with bikers. Great place, but definitely somewhere to be careful about looking people in the eye. The recent graduates at my then-employer sometimes used to meet up there, but only if none of the loud and/or posh people were joining us.
Grew up in Swindon and did go into The Bulldog a couple of times as it was comically the closest to the A-level college despite being in a rough area. Definitely not student friendly. The Cock Robin was another one to stay well away from plus quite a lot of others to be honest!
Mark Steel reckons people who travel to Switzerland to end their lives are wasting their time when they can just go to the Lullingstone in Swanley and say, 'I'm not from around here'.
I worked in a pub in Portsmouth as a student that had permanently boarded up windows and the table and chairs were screwed to the floor
You absolutely sure that wasn't the Cherbourg ferry?
Anyway, the roughest pub I haven't been in. Was out for a meal, crawled out of the restaurant in rural Norn Iron and said to my sister "that pub over the road looks really nice" anyone fancy a nightcap? "We can't go in there, idiot" she said. "That's a nationalist pub, we've got English accents. You'd end up buried in Ballynahone Bog." You have to choose your pubs carefully in Ulster.
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My workmates at the dockyard told me to avoid it as they don't like the English in there, and we also had a slinger that lived there and he told me that too.
Wasn't having that. so the Mrs and me walked in one Saturday lunchtime asked the Mrs what she wanted, walked to the bar all happy with myself and as soon as i opened my mouth, the landlord said we don't serve English people in here. I looked around the room and in deadly silence we were given a guard of honour to the door out of the pub.
Never went near that village again.
Took my cousin for a weekday afternoon drink in the Style & Winch once and we both managed to get barred, despite there only being a handful of 'customers' in there.
Got clumped in the face from behind by two gentlemen in the 90s in the Lord Raglan without any provocation, presumably because I had a pony tail at the time.
There was a pub I went in on an estate in Ashford a few times, the Nelson, I think. That was rough.
Asquith's in Morley isn't "rough" as such more weird.
The blonde one actually looks like Simon Le Bon.
@roseandcrown dragged us into a bar that resembled somebody's living room. An absolute shocker.
The Bell in Swindon Old Town used to be a fun place in the early nineties. Decent beer, music was mainly punk, popular with bikers. Great place, but definitely somewhere to be careful about looking people in the eye. The recent graduates at my then-employer sometimes used to meet up there, but only if none of the loud and/or posh people were joining us.
http://www.dover-kent.com/2014-project-c/Old-Friends-Greenwich.html
Went to a pub very close to Gillinghams train station a few years back. We were playing them so me and my sister went there for a first drink as we arrived in Gillingham.
Now as all proper Charlton fans should know, the closest pub to a train station is usually the site of some of the most debauched people in our society as this is usually the last port of call before a train ride home where most end up missing their station to get off. I should know I have on numerous occasions been one of those people. anyway, this was a Saturday afternoon, roughly half 12 so I thought it would be safe.
As we walked in to the pub there was two chaps standing 2 inches away from the wall staring at the wallpaper.
They weren't the only people though. Their was a group of four playing pool. however we found out that some of the balls were missing as they had been used the previous night to smash up the fruit machine.
The barmaid who served us was polite enough to at least ask us what we want. Problem was they only had one beer on and that happened to not be the same beer that the label suggested it was.
We had our drinks but didn't sit down due to the fact the chairs and tables were all at different heights.
The two chaps who were staring at the wall paper were still there, barely moved bar some gentle swaying every now and then. I don't know if this was some form of entertainment, a dare or a bet but after we had one very quick drink and walked out of the place they were still at it. dedication.
A bit like Bradford, an absolute toilet.
Queens Head has started barring all the lads who do ketamine and cause trouble so as a consequence the Gordon has gone back downhill.
Last time I was there there were a bunch of lads doing laughing gas balloons in the front garden.
The one where you was being a perv and taking photos of the toilets?
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b00rtbyy
Anyway, the roughest pub I haven't been in. Was out for a meal, crawled out of the restaurant in rural Norn Iron and said to my sister "that pub over the road looks really nice" anyone fancy a nightcap? "We can't go in there, idiot" she said. "That's a nationalist pub, we've got English accents. You'd end up buried in Ballynahone Bog." You have to choose your pubs carefully in Ulster.