Spilled more down me tie than tha can sup Baz

I once fell foul of the Alex bar strippers, went home after a Salford game a few years since smelling of baby oil, it seemed funny at the time but was hard to explain away.

Yep been there and walked out of the bar with baby oil in my jeans ... Twice !! Once bitten twice shy ?

mate, you mean you have spilled more down your tie that I have paid for

Feels like being on doctor who stepping back in time, but if you will endulge me, i remember as a kid out shopping with my mam and walking up a snicket to a side door in criterian thet was near where the entrance to the ridings is down kirkgate.

I remember the Criterian. We lived up the next snicket "Bakers Yard". All those slums got levelled early 60's and we got moved to the posh houses up Lupset.

They moved em out of Lupset when Bazzo moved there as well

Tha gunna cop fo one

Does anyone remember the bridge Inn down Kirgate It's now got Halford on the land. It was just before the bridge and the landlord was Donald whitiker It was my first ever pint on a Saturday morning I was still at school the 4th year and it was full of kids from school. Donald knew the pub was to be demolished and didn't care , he must have been about 65 then. The juke box was brilliant . Started later to venture in on a Thursday after school but had to take our ties off.

I went in a couple of times whist still at school but never bothered once legally old enough.

Friday night into the grey Horse then across the road into the bridge and then up Kirkgate, mid sixties the landlord then was called Jack.

In the late 70's we used to Go to the home games, we used to stand in the old South stand, a couple of half time beers in the West stand bar, it used to stink of wintergreen. After the game went to the cafe opposite the ABC cinema, a pot of tea till six, then up to the Roundabout, knock on the door to get in before legal opening at seven, then up to the Mitre to mix with the players (I was only 17).

Where Donny Road and Barnsley road separate there was a pub called the Ship. In the late 70's the Wemblet team used to frequent it particularly in a Sunday evening. Can always remember Alan McCurrie nodding to me one evening and I felt like God had acknowledged my presence. The beer was decent too, I think it was Wilsons.

Bit of a rough oil if I remember was the Bridge.

I was a fitter at Neddy Greens in the late 60's when we had to work nights occasionally we would go like the clappers til about half ten then sneak out over the wall into Crystal Springs yard and over to the bridge into the back room room for a few
Then fish and chips from the Seagull chippy
Then back over the wall without the gate knowing we!d been out

Nah it was a tap room pub, the juke box was in the back room where you got your beer through a serving hatch and never got that busy, the real fun started when you went into the Crown and Anchor, especially if the Crofton lads were in town

A bit like the Strafford when the Streethouse lot came in,god knows how many pool cues were replaced upstairs.

Never mind the pool cues I remember one night the Streethouse lot had pool balls in socks. Quite a few cracked skulls that night. The police came and arrested all those with only one sock on.

Great pub the ship - it was indeed Wilson beer - used to be Beverley's. Just got used to supping that and it changed! Sure they had 'Watneys Red Barrell' at one time too. God that was awful stuff.
Hosts were Herbert and Doris.

Any Paul Sykes stories?!

He once got drop goals in three consecutive games.

Boom boom!

I was on the bus that had left him in the station,Sykesy chased it to the Unity Hall lights where he opened the door walked on and stuck one on the driver saying,you won't leave me next time and walked off.I hadn't seen owt when the police came,said I was upstairs

Street house lot during the early 80s were nowt but a gang of bullies, not a tough one on one fighter amongst the lot of them. Their disgusting and cowardly assault on the two young lads outside the Wakey Pride showed them up for the morons they were.

They got their just deserts the night everyone with a grievance was sat waiting for them in the Strafford and for once they were outnumbered by the lads they chose to pick on.

They got a right battering and that was that for their tinpot reign of terror.

Story goes he shot 2 prison officers with an air rifle on Westgate.
He used to drink in Ossett and on one occasion picked an argument with a number of lads who gave him a good thumping and left him propped up against the wall outside the pub.
He once went to a pub in Gawthrop e one Sunday lunch and tried to bully the Sunday drinkers. He got irate the police came and carted him off.

Another story says he bit a guys ear off in a wake pub.