|Well, when did you
have your first pint in Prescot?
Did you sneak out at
lunchtime to the old British Soldier?
did you pay for that first jar of nectar?
||It was speech day
evening in November 1967- I was a cool 15
studying hard (??) for "O" levels.
After a series of exciting speeches in the new
"Spencer Davis hall" we went hotfoot to
the Kings Arms (now the Fusilier). my two pals
("Jacko"-Dave Jackson and Pete Bellard)
seemed more familiar with pubs and I was loaned a
cravat (well-it was the swinging sixties) to hide
my obvious youthfulness and told to sit in the
corner so the bar man couldn't see me. I was
provided with a pint of double diamond for just
under two bob (10p these days)and I recall
wondering what all the fuss was about--I soon
returned to my then favourite tipple of hayes and
connings' cream soda. Happy and innocent days!!!
||My first pint in
Prescot was taken at the Deanes House, probably
around 1979. I would have been around 16 at the
time ( a late starter !). Myself and Tony
McClennan boldly marched up to the bar and
ordered two pints of "Best Bitter". We
were rewarded with two glasses of frothy brown
Greenhall's which we proceeded to down in a
suitably manly fashion (or so we thought).
Later on that year the management changed and on
one visit we were marched straight through and
out the back door !
Does anybody remember the odd taps at The Deanes
that swept out each half pint through a glass
cylinder ? Bitter was around 45p a pint I seem to
remember, with Mild at 38p.
Later on (sixth form) "The Welly" was
the venue of choice becoming almost the sixth
form common room. We'd start at around
8.00pm (Friday) and would finally be turfed
out just before midnight !
The landlord at the time had a rather despotic
son who used to imagine that he ruled the place.
He would ban us on a fairly regular basis for the
smallest of sins. Anybody remember the infamous
"Pool Cue" incident ?
||My first pint in a
pub was at Maggie Sharkies in Rainhill, a.k.a The
Black Horse, now known as The Rocket. It was a
grubby little old pub in those days, just after
my 15th birthday, so that's November 1969, and
they weren't too particular about your age. We
marched in, three or four of us I think,
including Chris Trimnell from PGS, all stood at
the bar and ordered, separately, in squeaky
voices, "Brown bitter please!"
Price 2s 6d. Bitter was 2s, mild 1s 10d,
Grunhalle (be still my aching guts!) 2s 9d. One
of our team naively ordered a "Macardi and
coke". I used to go out with a quid, get
smashed in Maggies (about three pints), chicken
and chips from Livesey's chippie on the way home,
jump the bus, and still have change! Happy days!
||First pint at
the old, long gone Kings Arms.... 1/8 for bitter
BUT 1/10 for Double Diamond. [For you
whippersnappers, the Kings Arms stood where the
Fusillier is now!] In 1998, I went into a pub in
Brixham that was in a time warp. It was selling
draft Double Diamond. I thought for old times
sake I would have a pint of this nectar. Yukkk..
it was like drinking neat sugar!
remember that at the start of my drinking career,
about 1969/70, you could buy Burtonwood bitter
for 2/6 (i.e. 12.5p) a pint in the Childwall
Abbey pub. We used to drink there because they
were not fussy (= didn't give a monkey's) about
how old you were. When I was down because my
motorbike wouldn't work or or some reason like
that, my mum would give me a £1 note, which was
sufficient to become absolutely rat-arsed in said
A couple of years later hyper-inflation was just
starting up. When the price of a pint of Tetleys
in Leeds Uni Student Union leapt from 12p to 16p
a pint in one go, there was panic, confusion,
tears and threats of a boycott.
And you tell that to
young people nowadays ....
||Yeah - I remember
when I was a student (64-67) buying lager for
1/10 a pint in central London. Wasn't the same
money though - I remember living quite well on a
full County Grant of about £350 a year topped up
with a PGS scholarship of ?£25 a year and a Ford
scolarship of ?£40 a year. Ford actually
insisted on me taking the train out to Dagenham
once a year to account for how I was spending
Here in France I don't go to pubs (sniff!)and
bars aren't the same thing. Last beer I bought
was a six pack of 1664 lager - a litre and a half
for 4 35 - the mathematically minded can
convert that to pounds per pint!
||Amazing how the
price of liquid refreshment can elicit such an
interest. Yes Mick when I was a student I worked
as a barman on the weekends at the Queens in
Huyton, next to the train station. A pint of
Walkers best bitter was 1 shilling and twopence
in the Bar, and 1 shilling and fourpence in the
"posher" lounge. I just came back from
England and was in "sticker shock" at
most of the prices...
||A great thread -
bound to conjure up all manner of nostalgia,
though we should all beware of it developing
along the lines of the Monty Python four
My first time out for a drink (rather than
filched bottles on the quiet) was with my dad and
grandad - honest! I was 15, so it must have been
1971. They were going for a pint to the working
mens club in Haydock where my grandad was
chairman and I was taken along - rites of passage
and all that. I was allowed halves to their pints
and I'm pretty sure that it was 2/6 or 12.5 pence
(can't remember whether it was just before or
after decimalisation day!)
||First beer drinking
took place on trips to Dent or walking the
Pennine Way. Newcastle Brown was the favoured
beer. It seemed to have iconic status in the
Later on we would also drink in the Queens and
awful places in town, such as the Star &
Garter. I do remember pints at around 12
Interestingly, in the mid-70's the lads (about
16-years-old)would drink brown bitter. This was
just before lager became the beer of choice for
children. By the late-70's we hankered after Skol
Now we are all grown up and drink real ale or
Guinness (virtually £3 in Brighton).
||My first attempt to
be really really grown up, a venture into the
world of spirits. The Victoria (aka The Long
Pull, although I thought that happened when you
got into bed later on...)and a drink I wouldnt be
seen dead with now. Can you still buy it?
This was summer of '77, just before my 16th
birthday, when I graduated to my Suzuki AP50 (WTU
456R, where are you now?)and immediately found
that the freedom of the open road allowed me to
visit such far flung exotic outposts as Rainhill,
where the women were much classier, as all of
their tattoos were spelt correctly. The Manor
Farm, what class... and my first taste of
Burtonwood Bitter. Good times.. surpassed only
when the car licence came, allowing unaccompanied
piloting of my dads 4 wheeled mobile shagging
boudoir,(me, not him..) an s plate pale blue mk 4
Cortina. What style!
£1.10 in the
Fusilier (The Kings Arms, in old money...) all
day until 5pm or 7pm depending on the day of the
week.And the bonus of being back close to yer
roots...follow it up with a Rays pie or a Greek
bag of Chips!
||I recollect a PSG
school trip to a Liverpool cinema/thaeatre to
view a film version of Macbeth (or was it
Hamlet?) The highlight of the trip was the bar!
The teacher to pupil ratio was low, the chance of
a pint without being caught was high so the
interval saw a manic rush to down a beer before
being spotted. This was my first chance to grab a
pint of beer and, in all honesty, I couldn't
understand what all the fuss was about. It was
only in later life that I began to appreciate the
qualities of well brewed beer.
The unnervering part of the event was after the
evening finished. Someone who obviously couldn't
hold their beer decided to regurgiate at the top
of the staircross as we were leaving. I have a
(thankfully) faint recollection of vomit dribling
down the bannister!
|I first remember
drinking at the tender age of about 15 (circa
1959) in a tiny little Greenall Whitley pub,
called the Stanley Arms, out in the country about
half way between Eccleston, where I lived, and
Prescot. Beer was 1s.3d a pint in old money.
They had an outside chemical toilet and I
remember being sick there once and losing my
false teeth into the toilet. Fortunately, when I
looked into the toilet, they were still sitting
on top of the decomposing pile of human waste and
I managed to rescue them, wash them, and put them
back in, to avoid having to explain to my mother
how I'd lost them. This instilled in me a reflex
action to instinctively remove my false teeth
first whenever I am sick.
I later "graduated" to, I think it was
the Seven Stars, on the other side of Eccleston
village, where I first saw the pumps mentioned by
Sean Connor which dispensed half a pint at a time
through a horizontal glass cylinder.
In my final couple of years I played Hockey, as a
schoolboy member (subscription 5s a year and they
called you up whenever they were short) for
Liverpool Sefton H.C. which at the time played in
Huyton. Des Roberts was the first team captain
there, so on Saturdays I was drinking in the bar
with "Des" and on Mondays it was back
to "Sir" (does anybody remember the
left-hand drive Mercedes he brought over from
Germany with him when he first joined the school
||My first pint was
very late-I was almost not underage. It was the
summer of 1976 and the German group were on an
evening trip to Manchester to see some Brecht
play. Afterwards we all went into a ghastly Bass
Charrington pub in a precinct in Oxford
Road, near the University. I remember Dave Tilley
being there-is he still about?- I went to the bar
and a half of carling cost me 14p.It was
More or less 12 months later I was
at University swilling beer in bucketloads. I
blame this on my sheltered time at PGS.
||My first pint in
Prescot was probably at the Eagle and Child at
the age of 15 (1974) when I used to drink with my
mate Martin. We'd put on our best gear to make us
look older (and more respectable!) and drink in
the lounge, standing at the bar. I'd go for
Double Diamond and we'd finish the night with a
rum and black. Sometimes we'd end up in the Bath
Springs which I thought was a dump but it had a
good jukebox at the time.
A couple of years
later the Deanes House (bar not lounge) was my
local as it was the nearest to where I lived and
my Dad would come in and buy me and my mates a
pint of brown bitter (and the days of trying to
look respectable were over, it was then a case of
jeans, T Shirt and long hair!)