How about the Railway in Pitsea fondly known as The Flying Bottle,the simple rules in there was not known not welcome,many a Beano down from London got bushwhacked,evil place.
Never ventured into there myself, but knew of its reputation. A particularly nasty one at that.
haha yeah, The Greyhound was a bit 'Mad Max'. I didn't go in there often, just briefly when I was dating some girl from Chadwell. I remember someone (post-smoking ban) smoking a spliff inside. Lady behind the bar didn't chuck them out, just told them to go out the front and come back in when they finished it. My kind of pub!
Yep that’s The Greyhound haha, the drugs rules were revolutionary. You could sniff up as much snow as you wanted outside, as long as you didn’t do it in the bogs. Smoking - of any kind - was only allowed during lock-ins.
I could tell some stories about that place, but most of them wouldn’t be believed anyway.