I'd had a drink of beer before, but a mate and myself tried ordering a pint in the Bath Hotel up West Street. We got slung out. We were both sixteen, but I looked about twelve, so it was my fault we got a knock back, so my mate said. Not to be deterred though, we tried it on again in the Minerva, Charles Street. That was an experience in itself, never mind the beer. The only way to describe it would be as a wall of sound. My mate went in on his own, he didn't want to know me now. After about what seemed a lifetime, I mean I did look young enough to have parents inside, I got my act together and fought my way to the bar. Well, that was it, I got two pints of beer, never looked back from that day to this.

I was 15. It was a Saturday afternoon and pints were a £1 in The Fountain Bar. I was really scared but went to the bar with my very tall older looking friend and it was easy peasy.

Bit of a late starter by todays standards but it was my 17th birthday and the pub was The steel inn, i think it was on the Manor somewhere.
There was a disco in the back and when i left i got followed outside and beaten up by the locals because i'd forgotten to take off a Newcastle united lapel badge.
I had a bit of bumfluff on my top lip which i thought made me look old enough but still got turned away in a lot of town pubs.
When i look at old photo's now i'm not suprised, i looked a right twonk.
Me girlfriend was 5 months younger and never got refused ever i hated that.

My first pint was Barley Wine (Dark), don't know if it's still as popular as back then, had to down a few before going dancing, can smell it to this day, YUK!:gag:

Originally posted by poppins
My first pint was Barley Wine (Dark), don't know if it's still as popular as back then, had to down a few before going dancing, can smell it to this day, YUK!:gag:

A pint of barley wine! blimey i'm impressed.
Is that the stuff in the little bottles? potent stuff but disgusting,
As was the good old Watneys Red Barrel no party would be without a few party seven cans of the stuff.

I regularly drank a pint of tea from the age of 11.

not longer after, my mum told me that gays and underaged boys drunk lager and men drunk bitter.
So I set off drinking bitter...In my mid teens I spent a lot of time drinking from party cans of watney's at my friend's house.

My first pint was bought on my 15th birthday at the Ballacallin Hotel on the Isle of Man during the TT week.

It was Caffreys and I was drunk afterwards...

My first pint was at 15 - Friday night went to a pub on Fitzwilliam Street with a few mates (all underage) - got served no problem - wish I had'nt though

Had far too many and woke next morning with my first hangover - only problem was it was my first day as a Saturday Lad at Davy's in Haymarket - and I got put on the Bacon Slicer!!! - I don't know how I got through that day, other than the girls behind the counter all thought I looked very pale and went to the toliet an awful lot for a young 'un.

Became a confimed Stones bitter man - the Peacock in Stannington comes back to mind as one of the best Stones house in Sheffield.

Not been in there since I left Sheff nearly twenty years ago, so wouldnt know what it was like now

I started 'going out' in February 1986, aged 16 (and a half, don't forget the very important 'and a half') and my first 'local' was The York in Broomhill.

I'm afraid to admit that my drink was Tenants and lime. Yes, that's what I thought! It cost about 80p a pint. I felt relatively drunk on 2 and a half pints of what really tasted like toilet disinfectant (okay, what one presumes Toilet Duck to taste like).

When the landlord had had enough of a corner of his pub filled with (admittedly, well-behaved) 16 and 17 year olds we ventured down to the West End. Here, we occupied the top bar and stayed there for nearly two years.

Here it was where lager was replaced with Tetley's (about 68p a pint IIRC) and where my consumption rose to about 4 or 5 pints. I also drunk a silly amount of white wine throughout 1987 and the odd bottle of Skol 1080 (lay on the bed, hold onto the bedhead trying to stop the room spinning).

By summer 1987 I'd managed my first nine-pinter. Unfortunately, most of it ended up on the pavement in Nether Green.

I used to really like the old York, before it was studentised and the West End, when it had the bar upstairs was a great place to go.

What was a night out for a fiver is now a night out for £50.

Mine wasn't a pint (being all girlie and ladylike) but on my first big adventure into town, a group of us all 16 trooped into the Surrey, the bouncer questioned us but let us in anyway and we were so worried we would get caught underage drinking and shipped off to prison/botony bay we drank orange juice all night.

The following week bravado had set in and we had our first drink in the Charles Street Underground,

5 Ex Catholic school girls in the underground, I don't know who was more shocked when we walked in, us or the regulars.

It was even worse when standing at the bar to get our halves of cider we bumped into our old Chemistry teacher. :blush:

After that we stuck to more middle of the road pubs.

Watneys Red barrell then Double Diamond at Silver Blades Ice Rink

Brought some tins of Sheffield Beer back with me a few years ago as a keepsake, never been opened, how's it taste ? also have a bottle of Sheffield Sherry collecting dust !

I can't remember my first drink at all. I've been 5'8'' since I was 12 years old so getting served has never been a problem!

But I remember my first legal pint vividly, because I poured it myself.

I had a job working as a waitress in my local pub, and on the eve of my 18th birthday I was at work. At the end of my shift we had a little staff party, and as the clock struck midlinght (we did a cheesy countdown!) I was standing behind the bar, pouring my own first legal pint!

It was a school trip to London. We were about 15 years old and half a dozen of us sneaked off to a pub at lunchtime. The one who looked the oldest (had a bit of fluff on his top lip) went to order 6 halves. The landlord served us and then asked if we wanted straws with them. I kid you not.

My first experiment with drinking was aged 14!!

We bought a bottle of 'Olde English Cider' each and climbed over the fence into the school grounds and sat like 3 tramps drinking....

For some stupid reason we also put anadins into the cider as my mates brother had told her it gets you drunk quicker as it thins it blood...

Anyway 2 hours later after drinking my own bottle and helping the others finish theirs I was sooo drunk I couldn't get back over the fence...

I was sooo ill I was throwing up into the bushes on all fours...My mates were really scared and eventually one of my friends had to confess our sins and go back to my parents house to fetch my Dad....who carried me over the fence and grounded me for a week!!

:P

Originally posted by poppins
My first pint was Barley Wine (Dark), don't know if it's still as popular as back then, had to down a few before going dancing, can smell it to this day, YUK!:gag:

We Used To Drink Pints Of Barley Wine When They Had The "Drop" In The City Hall Ballroom.Albeit,Not Many.They Used To Give You Those Squidgy Plastic Pint Glasses,So You Invariably Ended Up Only Getting To Drink Half Of It.
In Hindsight,It's Pretty Disgusting Stuff,But It Got You Bladdered And That's What Mattered.It Was Also A Lot Stronger In Those Days.

My First Pint In A Pub Was On The 15th October 1986.I Can Remember The Date 'Cos We Were Going The See Iron Maiden At The City Hall.It Was In The Wapentake And I Think They Only Served Me Because They Were Busy.I Was 16 At The Time,But Nervous As I Was With A Load Of Friends Who'd Been Going In For Years.It Would've Been So Embarrassing If I Hadn't Got Served.:blush:

It was my 15th and the pub was the Elephant Inn at the corner of Fitzallan Square and Norfolk Street a mate and myself were going to the pics and the doors didn't open till 6pm so we went in there for a pint it was a John Smiths pub when they closed that pub the landlord finished up taking the Magpie on Lowedges Rd.

I was 16. First pint in "The Nelson". Corner of Funival Gate & Union St

Went in the downstairs rock bar known as the "Dive Bar"

Whitbreads Trophy bitter. £0.30

Good pint then & the best Juke box in Seffield

Later remembered being shocked when the beer had gone up by 5p a few months later

It's called The Nelson again now & has rock disco Sat night. Lots of (very) old faces ....

If I remember right, there used to be Tennents Barley Wine, and Tennents No1,the latter being the darker of the two. Both of them in little bottles and both of them lethal. On one of my subsequent trips to the 'wall of sound', the Minerva by any other name would sound as sweet, an acquaintance of mine was in the process of pouring four bottles of No1 in a pint glass, which he drank. There was a drop or two left in one of the bottles, and he drank that as well. Pete Farrar his name was, lived up Darnall. I was really impressed.
Many years later I was in a bar in New York and I spotted the familiar label on a shelf, I had one, then asked for another. 'Sorry bud,' the barman said, 'I can only sell you one.' 'Where are you now Pete, ' I thought.

Originally posted by Texas
If I remember right, there used to be Tennents Barley Wine, and Tennents No1,the latter being the darker of the two. Both of them in little bottles and both of them lethal.

Texas, as I remember it the Tennants barley wine was and still is called 'Gold Label'. Bass had a barley wine known as Bass No 1 and a very strong stout known as Bass No 2.

They all came in little bottles, about a third of a pint and all were equally potent.

I once worked in a Bass house where for a few weeks up to Christmas they sold Bass No 1 from a small barrel on the bar. Maximum measure was half a pint and we weren't supposed to serve any customer more than two, but some of the old ladies would drink three or more and manage to keep their feet and a steady gait :D

My first pint was one lunchtime in the Stag's Head on Psalter Lane with a couple of others after our last 'O' level exam, so I'd be almost sixteen. At the bar we bumped into the Deputy Headmaster :o - who bought us each a half pint with the rider that we should never darken the door again :rolleyes:

It was either a pint of Carling in Marples or a 99p pint of Teachers Bitter in the Bankers.
It was the same night and senality is now setting in so I don't remember which way we went though town. :suspect:
I got served in the bankers from being about 16 and a half to 17 and three quaters then they ID'd me 3 months before I turned 18 - after I'd been in there a couple of hours.

Ponting out they had been serving me since I was 16 didn't do me any favours suprisingly..............

Now I am having a baby of my own I will tan its ar*es if it pulls any of the stunts I did obv :D

I was only just 16 years old (Summer 2003), just after my GCSE exams and a friend of mine who was the same age as me (but had many years of drinking under his belt) convinced me to come to town.

First pint was at the Cavendish, I remember being really scared when it was my turn to go to the bar!

First pint [or a few halves anyway ! ] in a pub , I remember was way back in Nineteen fifty-seven.The pub's gone now . It was called , 'The Rockingham ' and was , not surprisingly on Rockingham St. about where it crosses Wellington street ,on the left , as you go up.
A gang of us , all about fifteen were always looking for pubs that'd serve us and it wasn't as easy back then to drink under-age. We found out that the Rockingham was run by an old geezer who we nick-named , "Pop ". Pop seemed to like a bit too much beer himself , so his eyesight wasn't all that it should have been.
We had one lad in our gang who looked a bit older than the rest of us , so we'd all pile in and sit in a side room . Then we'd all give the older -looking lad our money and he'd front it out at the bar and buy five or six halves or pints , depending on how skint we were. He'd then stagger into the side room with all the drinks on a tray and we'd gulp it down as fast as we could , in case the police were doing one of their purges.
Then , into Town to show off and imagine how tough we were !!

I remember my first at 15, was in a pub on Parson Cross :D

Last pint was on July 16th in Reflex I believe

First pint was when I got drunk on 3 Shandies in the George IV on Langsett Road for me Dad's 40th birthday do, I was about 12 or 13 at the time.

Last pint was last Wednesday night in the Robin Hood about half 9, a pint of John Smith's bitter, lovely stuff (not as good as Tetley's or Stones though).

Originally posted by Albatross
It was my 15th and the pub was the Elephant Inn at the corner of Fitzallan Square and Norfolk Street a mate and myself were going to the pics and the doors didn't open till 6pm so we went in there for a pint it was a John Smiths pub when they closed that pub the landlord finished up taking the Magpie on Lowedges Rd.
I met my wife in the Elephant it was a bit of a shock as she told me she was baby sitting that night!!!

I remember my first pint but very little else!and I was nearly 19 too,I had been conscripted into the R.A.F. and was an Instrument Basher at an aerodrome in North Yorkshire,and the first Chrisrmas a dinner was arranged for our section at posh hotel nearby,up to then had never had a drink and did not know what to drink so I thought I would be OK with cider,a pint!(You stupid boy)fine I finished it off and came too in the hotel foyer being cleaned up by a pretty young WAAF colleague,needless to say I had been sick down my "Best Blue"tunic.So what happened between downing the cider and being cleaned up I have'nt a clue,but the pleasing outcome was the WAAF became a very good mate,yes workmate, she was engaged to a Sergeant Airframe Fitter,and I have never touched cider since,however made up for lost time since!!!!prefering Mansfield Bitter and Marstons Pedigree when I can get it

Greybeard, did these No1's have gold or silver paper around the neck? I seem to remember another dark beer, in a rather posh bottle, a bit bigger than the Barley Wine/No1 size, and that was strong too. I really shall have to look at what I'm drinking, even at this late date. The Bass No2 sounds good, if it's still on offer.

I was a very late starter. Aged 19 in fact! But then I'd had a teetotal Methodist upbringing.

Out one Sat night with two mates on our motorbikes, we stopped off at a country inn, 30 minutes before closing time. I decided I'd try a pint of mild, which I didn't much care for, so I then tried a pint of guinness, quickly followed by a pint of bitter.

How the hell I got home in one piece I do not know. But I've never fogotten that first, second and third pint!

Originally posted by Texas
Greybeard, did these No1's have gold or silver paper around the neck? I seem to remember another dark beer, in a rather posh bottle, a bit bigger than the Barley Wine/No1 size, and that was strong too. I really shall have to look at what I'm drinking, even at this late date. The Bass No2 sounds good, if it's still on offer.

The Tennants [now Whitbread I think] Gold Label has gold foil round the neck. Can't remember if the Bass products did. I believe the Bass No 2 was discontinued about twenty years ago, not sure about the No 1 barley wine, that's probably gone too. :(

I vaguely remember a half-pint bottle with silver foil, McKewan's Scottish something or other ? This would be late 50s.

MY FIRST DRINK OR SHOULD I SAY DRINKS .WAS AFTER GETTING PAID £ 2 15. SHILLING. AFTER BUYING 10.PASSING CLOUD. ON MIDDLEWOOD ROAD. US CADET NURSES HEADED FOR THE NELSQN WITH SAM AND LILL. THE TURN I WAS 16TEEN AT THE TIME. SOME HOW I ENDED UP IN THE LADIES LOO. UPSIDE DOWN. THE NEXT THING I WAS OUTSIDE KITSON CAFE. LATER BECAME BRA``BBMALLS SCRAP ANBD GOLD ROOM

Can't remember my first, but remember going into a pub at Ford. My mate had heard someone on about the fact that Barley wine was the thing to drink. Not having much cash on him , he asked the landlord "how much is barley wine ?" The landlord told him a price, to which he replied,"is that for a pint, or half ?". The landlord looked up and said, "Sonny, when you are old enough I will tell you, now get out !"
Yes Trevor, you stopped us all getting served that day, you pillock.

first pint - Wednesday night disco in the 'Parson Cross Hotel' - about 15 or so, me, my girlfriend (who was younger) , her two big brothers. Pint of Trophy - tasted like ****e....crappy music, all the local headcases present - hiding behind the pillors trying to look '18' :)

Greybeard, I think the 'mystery' dark beer was called 'Double Century'. Does the name ring dem bells?

The first pint I had in a pub was up Rivelin,I don't remember the name of the pub but the landlord must have been secure in thinking the cops would not come .
This would be 55 or 56 I must have looked all of 14 ,when I was in fact 16.I did not begine to shave till 19.
I remember being on the bus and holding out my hand with a sixpence in it and saying "Bridge St" to the conducter He would give me a childs ticket.
I went to a bar here in Canada.The drinking age was 19.
I was 28 and they asked for I.D..
Now everything is falling apart.
Such is life

Mine was aged 15 in the New Inn on Hollinsend Road ... sunday night with dad who got me a pint & said if police come in , its his pint & I 've got this coke ..... which always went flat cos it never got touched. 2 pints & I'd had "enough" Tasted better than it does now.... or is that just my age? Double Diamond was a nice drink... which I had the occasional one.

Yes, I do. It was horrid. I still find myself drinking them down though...

Aged 15 , upstairs in the Nelson. I was the tallest 5' 6", so I had to do the buying. Never had any problem then 1957 :smile:

There seemed to be a few of us nipping in and out of the Nelson in the late '50's !
I got nicked in there for Drinking Under Age , when I was 17 ,
in 1959 and I'd been boozing in Town for about 2 years then !
I walked in , about 7 p.m one weekday night and it was practically empty. Someone I knew , a bit of a villain , was sitting at one of the tables with a couple of other villainous-looking blokes.I got a drink , went over to the table but the two new , "villains " were the dreaded, "Law" !
They were a bit stricter in those days !

My first legal pint was in the Queens Road Club. My dad bought it for me and made me a lady member. One of the first in those days! It was also my 18th birthday.

I attended a 21st party bash at the Plough, Sandygate Road, opposite Hallam's football ground. I was just 18, looked younger but decided this was the night to try it. Dont know why but drank 5 bottles of lager and lime, felt well oiled, nearly fell off the stage playing my guitar. Walked down to Broomhill after for coffee in the Chez Brien. Then walked up to Crosspool in the rain, still blissfully anaesthetised. Takes a darn sight more than 5 halves to light my fire these days!

I'll never forget it, i was on holiday in switzerland and we were visiting andermatt in the bernese oberland well my dad asked "fancy a pint? i said why not i am 18 now, he brought me out a huge 2 pint pot of beer which on that summers day went down a treat.
The view of the zermatt matterhorn wasn't bad either

I found most English beer pretty vile stuff ,Everhards best bitter not bad & Idid like I.P.A but had to change when told REAL men dont drink half pints,I do love Canadian beer ,always served ice cold.

What about the taste of that first pint though? Like anything that's new to you, that very first pint tasted unlike any other drink since.

Did you actually like that taste? Did you drink it because your mates did (and in fact, you actually hated it?).

As I said earlier, I started on lager, a drink whose taste I was already familiar with. But I soon moved onto beer (bitter) although I'm not sure why. Whitbread, John Smith and Tetley. That first truly bitter taste was both magnificent and in a strange sense, quite nasty. I must have been determined because I stuck at it.

I wish nowadays that bitter could taste like that first pint which to untrained tastebuds tasted really strong. Now my buds are all too familiar with the taste of bitter (and lager and stout ad infinitum) every drink tastes like a diet version.

I moved from John Smith to Magnet (still my favourite pint) and of course abso-bloody-lutely love the taste of the stuff.

Altogether now, as Homer Simpson would say: 'Ah, beer, mmmmmmmm.'

Following on from Ousetunes, I remember the first time I tried Tetleys bitter in the Crosspool Tavern in 1960, it did, indeed taste vile. I tried a bottle of guiness. That very nearly came straight back. I stuck at it, persevering through gritted teeth. To call yourself a man you had to be able to shift at least 4 pints of bitter and 10 parkies on a Friday night. This was a warm up for the Saturday night when we'd be at the Nailmakers in Norton before going to the dance hall to see Vance Arnold and the Avengers.

Can't remember the name of the pub. It was/is on Abbey Lane (the bit between Whirlodale Road and Ecclesall Rd South) set back from the road, a Stones house. Aged 14 (just) 2 mates and I decided that if we wore suits we could get served if we picked on an older person's pub try. It worked too!
:thumbsup:

on holiday in newquay I was 16:hihi: years old- me and my twin and these mates we had made who were local newquay scallies decided to go into this little village called crantock just outside newquay and get kettled. we bought some bacardi from the londis shop and 20 b&h silver and consumed them on the beach at sunset and got wasted then i decided to brave it- put on a sober face and try the cornishman pub for a pint- even though i was dolled up like a tart with a sunburnt face- i managed to buy 6 pints a fosters and they tasted soooooo sweet!!!!! got nuff respect off me cronies for that.:hihi:

My first pint was in the phesant at the lane top but my second was in the hoffbrau house on arundal gate. I was about 15 and a mate who was a lot older took me in. It was a saturday lunch time and there were strippers on stage. I`ve not been the same since.

Can’t remember my first pint as such, but remember a group of us always stood round the jukebox in the Turff,Rotherham town centre.
Pint of larger for me, half with lime for my girlfriend and still have change from a £1 note to put a few records on the juke box( no cd player in my day), remember giving it a kick every now and then if the record got stuck.

:)

Mine was in the Montgomery just off Queens Rd. I think it was Tetleys and I got nicked for under age drinking.

I did however aquire quite a taste for bitter and have over many years of downing it become a real ale enthusiast

My first pint was in The Pheasant at Lane top, I was 18 :wow: Yes folks 18 :o

T'was me 18th Birthday and I knew me cousin went in on Thursday nights, so I went up for a few freebies :hihi:

I think we got AB that night and I stumbled out around 1sh, wobbling about walking thru Longley park.. Ah those were the days........

I’ve never looked my age.....Until now :roll:
I was getting on the bus for 20p up until 1996-7ish :D

I have no trouble at all remembering my first pint..It's the last eight or nine or ten I can't remember very well.

First pint was in the "courtyard" bar of the Stonehouse when I was 15 in 1970.
Double Diamond for 1s 10d. I was with a group of lads a year or two older than me on our way to see Pink Floyd at the City Hall.

I was over 6ft tall by then (and been shaving since age 13) so usually didn't have any trouble as passing myself off as a few years older - although on the other hand I had trouble trying to get half fares on buses from being about 13.

At a railway station on the frozen North East coast - early sixties, I was 14, the beer was less than a shilling a pint (Strongarm) and I can still taste it's lovely bitter taste now. No modern beer comes close to that illicit brew.

A pint of barley wine! blimey i'm impressed.
Is that the stuff in the little bottles? potent stuff but disgusting,
As was the good old Watneys Red Barrel no party would be without a few party seven cans of the stuff.
NEVER RECALL BARLEY WINE ON DRAUGHT

It was my 15th and the pub was the Elephant Inn at the corner of Fitzallan Square and Norfolk Street a mate and myself were going to the pics and the doors didn't open till 6pm so we went in there for a pint it was a John Smiths pub when they closed that pub the landlord finished up taking the Magpie on Lowedges Rd.
When I first went in the elephant there was spit and sawdust spittoons at your feet as you stood at the bar

It was either a pint of Carling in Marples or a 99p pint of Teachers Bitter in the Bankers.
It was the same night and senality is now setting in so I don't remember which way we went though town. :suspect:
I got served in the bankers from being about 16 and a half to 17 and three quaters then they ID'd me 3 months before I turned 18 - after I'd been in there a couple of hours.

Ponting out they had been serving me since I was 16 didn't do me any favours suprisingly..............

Now I am having a baby of my own I will tan its ar*es if it pulls any of the stunts I did obv :D
I too was a Marples girl ! 1982 - 1990 :) Lager and lime to start with (just half and made it last all night) - then progressed onto lager and then if someone else was buying - then it was brandy and babycham!!!

Good night out in the Marples then - music on every night - with Mick the P**** and his mobile D**** we used to call him. ah the good old days

NEVER RECALL BARLEY WINE ON DRAUGHT
Probably not Arthur. However, when I worked in Preston I found Boddingtons Winterbrew which was the same strength (9% ABV) as barley wine and was available in half pint measures only. A chap I worked with tried downing 6 halves in the lunch hour. His face became somewhat luminous in the afternoon and he didn't try it again.

The Ball Inn at ecclesfield, around 1982 with Ian Bolsover,15 going on 16
By xmas down town every friday saturday dinner & night, Romeo & juliets & supper from Stonies with Martin Peach. Heaven:hihi: :hihi:

My Dad bought my first pint when I was 13 and on holiday in Jersey. He came out of the pub at luchtime with 2 pints and an orange and I remember wondering why my Mum was drinking a pint of beer. To say I was surprised when he put the pint down in front of me is a total understatement.

First pint I bought was at Finningley Air Show when I was 14.

First pint in a pub was Wheatsheaf (think thats what its called) overlooking Parkhead Cricket Club one sunny Saturday afternoon at 14 again.

Yep.....went to see Tom Robinson Band and Stiff Little Fingers at the City Hall, 1978. Went for a pint in the 'Black Bull' I think it was called with a girl called Janice. The barman asked me what I wanted and I didnt have a clue what to ask for.....I think Janice ordered a pint for me!

I'd been drinking regularly in the Bridge Inn at Heeley Bottom and The Big Tree at Woodseats since I was 17 and a half.

My first legal pint was on my 18th birthday, in my local at the time, The Hogshead at Hackenthorpe and it was the first time I was asked my age.

It was 37.5p for a pint of bitter (1979)

I was 12 years old and had gone to my aunties wedding where I sampled a pint of double diamond what my uncle had bought me told my grandma it was tizer, oh I can still taste it now 40 years on you never forget your first pint but it set me on the road to ruin when I turned 16 i was a full blown alcoholic by the time I was 18 years old and when I think back to the time I tried ale I wish I had never had it given to me.

I was 14. It was in a pub just outside of Frodsham, near where I used to live.

The pub was packed with underage drinkers, and we were all getting hammered on Newcy Brown. God knows why.

Some older (16!!!) lads turned up though, and kicked us off the Pool table. We used to go in there a lot, until we got the courage up to try a nicer pub.

My first pint was a smashing pint of Guniness at the 'Dog and Partridge' on Trippet lane ... think I was 16 at the time!
I spent many wonderful hours at the 'D & P' ... great memories, especially of Saturday afternoons :)

nope, never had one.
took sips as a child & hated the stuff, never drunk it since. and with years of crossing ladies bridge & the awful stench of brewing i've never been tempted.

My first pint was a smashing pint of Guniness at the 'Dog and Partridge' on Trippet lane ... think I was 16 at the time!
I spent many wonderful hours at the 'D & P' ... great memories, especially of Saturday afternoons :)

We used to go in the D+P on Saturday nights before heading up West Street.
A great pub with a great juke box full of Irish songs.

I must be the youngest among you to have my first pint. I can’t remember it all that well, but the glass was made of a soft substance and the straw was short, thick and very red. Very difficult to drink from it. I had to keep pushing all the time. I can remember one thing. It tasted a lot like milk!

I'd had a drink of beer before, but a mate and myself tried ordering a pint in the Bath Hotel up West Street. We got slung out. We were both sixteen, but I looked about twelve, so it was my fault we got a knock back, so my mate said. Not to be deterred though, we tried it on again in the Minerva, Charles Street. That was an experience in itself, never mind the beer. The only way to describe it would be as a wall of sound. My mate went in on his own, he didn't want to know me now. After about what seemed a lifetime, I mean I did look young enough to have parents inside, I got my act together and fought my way to the bar. Well, that was it, I got two pints of beer, never looked back from that day to this.Hi Texas I had my first pint with dad during1940-1 inthe NORMANTON in grimesthorpe rd, but it was shandy! we was out walking the dog when the sirens started and being almost outside the pub he said come on in here I nearly dropped I was 16 and thought i was going to have a beer. Arthur

Greybeard, did these No1's have gold or silver paper around the neck? I seem to remember another dark beer, in a rather posh bottle, a bit bigger than the Barley Wine/No1 size, and that was strong too. I really shall have to look at what I'm drinking, even at this late date. The Bass No2 sounds good, if it's still on offer.
Hi Texas do you mean export