The great Sheffield down Town pub run 1960-80ish

[stpetre]

west street wobble was a good one as well, samsongs already took us on that one. Another challenge was the ,down cliff one..... basically you started at the greyhound, at the top of weedon street, the challenge being to head towards the wicker, and have half a pint in every pub.....i dont know how many pubs there was along that stretch of road, maybe 20ish, anybody know. i sometimes wonder how we kept in touch them days, there was always a crowd of lads on a friday night, no mobiles, and very few of us, if any, had a telephone... never did complete that challenge, 6pints was my limit. even then i"ve fallen through a few privit hedges on my way home.

 

Padders, sorry if I appear pedantic but the pub at the end of Weedon Street at the tram sheds was the 'Commerical' (Ward's). Somewhere across the street was another pub at Lock House Lane (?) then the crawl began! I think the 'Greyhound' was next to Attercliffe baths. However an Attercliffe pub crawl even as far as Staniforth Road, must have been the most extensive in Sheffield. 'Hillsbro' once came up with a list of them from the 'Wicker Brewery' ('Hole in the Wall', Saville Street) to Weedon Street.

Edited December 22, 2016 by stpetre
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[samssong]

Was that the bomb crater near the farm down Gleadless Road opposite the quarry?

We walked through Myrtle Springs dragging sledges with home made runners pinched from Firth Browns or Brown Baileys by dads or older brothers.

 

We alighted the Springs at the Toll House dodging the owd lass who collected the apenny's to open the chain and let you through with your horse and cart or motor lorry.

 

We then crossed Gleadless Road and down a path into the woods , the crater was around a hundred yards down to the left of the path .

 

I think maisonettes stand on the spot now or near enough any way.

[biker]

We walked through Myrtle Springs dragging sledges with home made runners pinched from Firth Browns or Brown Baileys by dads or older brothers.

 

We alighted the Springs at the Toll House dodging the owd lass who collected the apenny's to open the chain and let you through with your horse and cart or motor lorry.

 

We then crossed Gleadless Road and down a path into the woods , the crater was around a hundred yards down to the left of the path .

 

I think maisonettes stand on the spot now or near enough any way.

 

That's the one that I remember.I also worked at Brown Bayleys from 1963 to 1970.Do you have any pictures?

[samssong]

So if we take the 95 bus from Town we arrive in Walkley .

To be a boozing expert in this suburb during the 60's through to the 80's was like finding heaven on South Road .

With out doubt the best pub was the Rose House run by a bloke called Bernard Frith and his gorgeous wife Pam .

 

Bernard was a song and dance man who was an expert player of the Tommy Talker .

He would hand out these musical instruments to all and sundry on any given night ,(most nights where packed out) Bernard would then start up with songs such as Hang out the washing on the sieg free line or my old mans a dustman and so on , the whole pub would join on their Tommy Talkers often marching from room to room and some times even across to the Freedom on the other side of South Road.

 

Bernard was always up to mischief while landlord at the Rose and he would think nowt about grabbing a customer by the tie and swiftly cutting it off just below the knot .

This some times got him threatened with a smack in the gob but it made no difference to Bernard who just pinned his latest capture up on a board behind the bar.

 

Another trick he did involved the old lasses who called in the Rose after Saturday shopping on South Road .

As the girls were gabbing away or at the lav Bernard decided to put a few maggots obtained from the pet shop across the road into their shopping bags bags that where full of grocery's and meat obtained from the South Road butcher Duggi .

 

The wrapped meat got the most maggots and the scene out side the butchers on that Saturday tea time had to witnessed to be believed .

 

Bernard was the main suspect as only those lasses that had been in the pub had the maggots in their bags. Duggi got the munk on and supped in the Freedom after that.

 

One very stormy night ,the rain was coming down in buckets and as usual the pub was packed when in walked a bloke in full diving gear ,wet suite ,snorkel , helmet , flippers the lot .

He walked up to the bar and ordered a pint of Stoneses through his misted up helmet while stating in a very tinny sounding way that it was a bit rough ont Bole Hills .

 

The pub went quite as he sat down int corner before removing his snorkel , it was Bernard at his best and he was reason why the pub got so packed every night .

 

After Bernard Jack and Mavis took over the pub and Jack was the very opposite to Bernard being a stickler for drinking up and closing time .

The Rose still did well as it had some real characters inc Ernest the Furnace (a great socialist and gentleman). Hathersage Tom( who originated from that village ) he rode a Yamaha and was to be seen a round Walkley riding that bike in all weathers with just a flat cap and goggles for protection .

 

Big Gilbert Hartley was another customer who was the strongest man I have ever met ,I remember one summer day when me and Tosh Wild (the Rose House fart lighter) was trying to lift a replacement engine into a Mini van engine bay , "Ger out of way " said Gilbert as he took the engine of us and lowered into place without breaking sweat .

 

The Freedom for another day.

Edited December 29, 2016 by samssong

[Slinny]

Hi my pubs in town were the Adelphi sycamore street red lion  holy street  west street hotel Norfolk arms nick name dodges that is where I learned to dress in a good suits l could be writing all night saying names who went in them I was a hod carrier and mostly I went in to see other building trade lads around the early 60s the only place you could a meal at night were lin hongs the gambit Hudson Chinese Norfolk street the rickshaw Chinese and you could sit down Mary jentles Howard street ship ship  and zing var the moor also you could get  fish and chips in the old nelson just of the moor. The three pubs had waiters at the week ends that I have put, but not dodges I could never wait to put on a good suit and go in those pubs  still see some of the lads who knocked about town   Great days 

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[mikeG]

I  often used the Museum as it was handy for the bus stop over the road. Numbers 54, 55 or 51 (as they were then). Haven't been in since 1962. Believe it looks a bit different now.