Did anyone go in the Pitsmoor club on its very last evening.
It was held in the lounge room and the a member of the commitee made a last toast at 23.00 hours where the clock then fell off the wall narrowly missing a womans head landing on the back of the fixed seating.
That was so earie, I think someone was trying to say something there.

Did anyone go in the Pitsmoor club on its very last evening.
It was held in the lounge room and the a member of the commitee made a last toast at 23.00 hours where the clock then fell off the wall narrowly missing a womans head landing on the back of the fixed seating.
That was so earie, I think someone was trying to say something there.

Sounds like it Paul! Very spooky! I wasn't there, but I will ask my auntie about that when I see her. She worked behind the bar for years and I would imagine she was there on the last night.

You think that was eerie? I went in just after it was purchased by its current owner, before some scumbags torched the place. It had been used by junkies. It was like a ghost town. The place had been damaged somewhat but was basically just like I remembered it before it closed. Just as though the last person locked up and walked away leaving everything in situ.
The snooker tables were still there ( covered in used needles), In the lounge the furniture was still all set out including the Bechstein (sp?) baby grand piano, the organ still sat there on the stage in the concert room.
I stood in there for a moment thinking of all the people that must have passed through the doors, laughing and joking, enjoying a pint. The multitudes of singers,comedians, bands that appeared on that stage. Some fondly remembered, many forgotten (with good reason!) and some that went on to make their fortune in show business. The friends that must have been made, The moms and dads, grandma's and grandad's now passed, the stories, the celebrations, the Christmasses and New Years..... all now gone, very sad..... Sadder still, now all trampled on by the local pondlife. Makes you proud to be British.

You think that was eerie? I went in just after it was purchased by its current owner, before some scumbags torched the place. It had been used by junkies. It was like a ghost town. The place had been damaged somewhat but was basically just like I remembered it before it closed. Just as though the last person locked up and walked away leaving everything in situ.
The snooker tables were still there ( covered in used needles), In the lounge the furniture was still all set out including the Bechstein (sp?) baby grand piano, the organ still sat there on the stage in the concert room.
I stood in there for a moment thinking of all the people that must have passed through the doors, laughing and joking, enjoying a pint. The multitudes of singers,comedians, bands that appeared on that stage. Some fondly remembered, many forgotten (with good reason!) and some that went on to make their fortune in show business. The friends that must have been made, The moms and dads, grandma's and grandad's now passed, the stories, the celebrations, the Christmasses and New Years..... all now gone, very sad..... Sadder still, now all trampled on by the local pondlife. Makes you proud to be British.

Very well put handypandy you hit the spot bang on with Pitsmoor members and entertainers.
Now my memory of that last evening fails me for some reason but was they a turn on, now I have it in my head John O Hara played that final night but cant remember.