Strange Pubs

[happy daze john in oz]

St. Patricks day here in Oz so many a pub will be selling Green beer.
In Coober Peady South Australia a town miles fom anywhere and a long way from somewhere there is only one pub and about 30 clubs. But the ladies toilet does give the girls abit of a surprize. The toilet seat is made from clear plastic and set in it a number of razor blades and a couple of spiders. Funny thing the ladies never spend much time in there.

[Louis the Amigo]

hi shipmates, Hi keith my barry buddy. I have been in many strange pubs in my time.But The Conway is the oddest its a welsh pub in Cardiff if you speak english the locals all stare at you? but if you say anything in welsh your O.K. The last time I call there with Alan a right cowboy, who spent a lot of time in west wales on business, He knew all the naughty words !!! so we were not very popular, dont know if they still do it... Been to many pubs and clubs around the U.K with odd rules and strange games...

[Louis the Amigo]

Hi Shipmates Hi Keith my barry buddy,As posted some time ago I joined a ship by the redhouse called Ely harbour, on the mud , a very old port used by proper ships ? Alas mine was not one of them but a small Esso tanker, moored by cory tank farm as we called it back then, Now part of Cardiff bay The red house was the last port of call for many seaman, Hi Jim Brady my niece was the land-lady of the Fox and hounds in St Mellons for a few years, Are you thinking of the bluebell? Back in the old days on a sunday Wales was dry, so everyone made they way there... somehow...

[Keith at Tregenna]

Louis: The Rummer Tavern is believed to be Cardiff's most haunted pub, Duke Street. More resident ghosts can be found (if you're lucky) at the Foresters on Cowbridge Road East. Corporation Hotel, again on Cowbridge Road East: More pool and darts from this historic Cardiff pub with taxing quiz nights held there too. Rumour has it a ghost wanders around the two pool tables so if a strange paranormal vision asks you for a game, just say 'yes'.

K.

[Jim Brady]

Louis the Amigo,definitely the Fox & Hounds,i reckon your niece would've known my brother Bill he drank there for years.
Regards.
jim.B.

[Louis the Amigo]

Hi Shipmates. Hi keith My Barry buddy, The Rummer as we call it back then was run by an old girl friend of mine Beverly and her husband ? one John Roach The amount he drunk he would see plenty of strange things, The foresters was a pub that had live music on the week-ends, and plenty of young ladys... became an Irish pub, The lamb and flag cowbridge road was hunted by an old lady in the back bar so they say? I have a old flagon bottle from there in my shed. The Canton Cross And The corporation were good pubs years ago? but the pub I used most was the butchers arms in llandaff road The Land-lord was Linsey a very big man fell down the steps, and was found dead in the Cellar in the front bar but dont think he would be spirit? City road had a ghost ? a very well dressed lady all in grey but I never seen her she is said to walk down to the old cross roads, now a traffic junction.

[David Williams]

Hi Marian.
On a iron ore ship the Orelia,we used to run up the Manchester
Ship Canal to a place named Irlam.There was a pub there,I dont
know the name but it was nicknamed the "Stinking Stocking",we
called there again a few months later and it had been upgraded and
was then known as the "Scented Nylon".I often wonder if its still there
and what its proper name was.

Dave Williams

[Keith at Tregenna]

Nothing really strange about one of my locals at home years ago apart from it's name, seemingly trying to be up market was named the Wine Press. This was in the seventies. At about the same time we had the Research Vessel Services at Barry Docks, South Wales.

Research vessel services was a refit and resupply base for the National Environment Research Councils fleet of four oceanographic research ships, RRS Discovery, RSS Challenger, RRS James Ross and RRS Charles Darwin. It opened in 1972 and serviced and maintained the fleet of ships for just over 13 years till it was closed in October 1995 when the support of the ships was transfered to the National Oceanographic Centre in Southampton. The ships of the NERC were involved in research projects all over the globe and the Barry base was responsible for planning the logistics and support for these long research voyages. Since the base was closed The building has sat derelict along the quayside of number 1 dock its is scheduled for demolition as the whole of Barry docks are being collonised by waterfront flat developments.

Still not certain how much I can say, but ironically it was very secretive. I knew an Oceanographer very well and what we knew as spy ships were always relayed as spy ships. Some really good nights at the Wine Press were had when the ships were in port.

Though ultra secretive, we always knew when the ships would return and the landlord could stock up. Much came through the grapevine and stemmed from pillow talk. Few bar maids and local high class ladies ? would not know much and pass it on.

What was weird was the ex WW2 poster in the main bar: LOOSE LIPS SINKS SHIPS.

K.



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[happy daze john in oz]

my brother Bill he drank there for years.
Regards.
jim.B.[/QUOTE]

A pub with no closing time I assume.

[Peter F Chard]

In my early years at sea I once spent my leave with a couple of the other engineers at their home town , Boston in Lincolnshire. We planned to visit a local pub, located on the seafront in a really deserted part of the coastline, just north of Boston. We arrived bang on opening time at 6 pm to find we were the first customers of the evening , and the only other cars in the car park were the staff cars. The publican drove a Rolls, the bar staff seemed to like Jaguars, Lotus or Mustangs. Very odd choice of vehicles for people working in the Pub trade I thought. But as the evening progressed and the pub filled up with customers it gradually dawned on us that this was no ordinary Pub -- the clientele spoke most European languages - French, German, Norwegian, Swedish, Dutch, Spanish and all carried brown paper parcels and all had to go to the room at the back of the bar with the manager before reappearing without their parcels and join the rest of the customers in the drinking and revelry. The penny finally dropped -- a smugglers den and their ships were anchored offshore from the Pub and the row boats that had brought them ashore were parked on the beach just by the Pub carpark -- believe me, this is the truth and this was as recent as 1958. Cheers, Peter in NZ.