When we were kids we used to climb over the pub wall into their yard, get a load of empty bottles and take them round the
front to the "outdoor", get the deposits off them and buy pop and crisps.One night in the yard we found a crate of Mackeson
Ale and got stuck in. It was awful, we were heaving, never touched another drop until I was fourteen.
That pub was the centre of the local community and on Sunday mornings they held Whippet racing, there would be dozens
of dogs, three or four Bookies and an old fella with a hand cart selling Winkles & Whelks by the pint or half pint, using glass
tankards. There was all sorts being flogged "cheap" no questions asked. There was a an Indian guy,the first one I ever saw
flogging Lace, Materials and gents Ties out of suitcases. He was your original Delhi Boy. Happy days.
The pub is now a drive through Maccies and the huge pub gardens that hosted the racing have now grown three blocks of
apartments.