Gorgeous little place. It has that coach house feel to it, yknow from the horsey days. Its making me thirsty just looking at it. I can imagine the drovers having their ploughmans and a bitter as the cows chewed the cud on the commons. Thanks for history. Much enlightened. Cheers to the Welsh Harp. Also i was born in 1976 as well. 😊 Feb 5.

Excellent film, beautiful pub.

You should see the horror of post mark place that has completely dwarfed over calthorpe street and the surrounding beautiful old homes.

I live a stones throw from here and it's as though Camden Council is determined to ransack the place, honestly.

loved this! thank you for sharing

5:46 the writer is Charles Dickens

Great video. Cheers.

Proper

Propa London and for me it’s the smell of an old pub. Anyone else get that feeling with the smell of old public houses?

Both were difficult toxic people. It seems she had an abortion and not miscarriage as David said * if I had money we could have kep t our little David.* he was violent and unpleasant but nothing justifies murder. I think one of them would have killed the other at some point had this not happened. They found it impossible to leave each other so it would have been doomed anyway

SO much agree with you.

Bob’s your uncle. 😅

Good movie back in the day ..

Good stuff vin, some more football pub videos please.

Love a London boozer

Wise words indeed. 100 % agree, like so many of us, nostalgic for the past.

Boley Hill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We are still this mad. 😊

Green street elite!

*Georgian era buildings. Sad shame they are going. Marvelous craftsmanship and style that you don't see today. Social history will be lost with it too .

Oh wow, another brilliant rendition. More of this authentic and passionate stuff, please! 😎

Brilliant rendition, mate! Like it a lot. Wish there would be a similar pub culture in germany.

pubs unite ordinary Brits. Don't lose it - the only thing that could provide solace and moral support to you and common pips.

I enjoyed watching this. You're a scholar and a poet.

Vinne, this is the best take I have heard about our butifull pubs. I used to love going to our pubs, but as a x alcoholic addict I have had to find new ways to socialise like the gym and long walks, I always say good day to everyone I see and you can tell on peoples faces some times that they really appreciate a simple good day so imagine what they would feel like if we took 5 mins out of our day just to have a chatt

Excellent. Smoking ban was the first blow then lockdown the knockout. Pubs are essential for individuals and communities. Weatherspoon and Northern pubs still get it thank goodness - you are still made welcome in both as a lone individual. Cheers to you Vin and all the best. 🍺🍷

I used to go to pubs frequently. Sometimes just for a couple of pints, a smoke and do a crossword. My local in North London, which I went to for a year before being accepted, was a cross section of bankers, car mechanics, prison warders, builders, railwaymen. The women were not harassed or hit upon. No violence, no fights. Strict landlady. A place to chill out, put the world to rights and some gentle inebreation. All gone now.

Pubs. For me it was the smoking ban that did them in, caused the real damage. All our pubs were mobbed then. Everybody i knew's mum and dad were in the pub after work monday to monday. It was a home from home where everybody knew your name. Weddings, funerals and days at the football both home and away all started or finished up at the pub. I want dark panneling with glasses hanging above the bar. Brass, brewery mirrors and a piano sing song with the punters. I want smokey haze to redden my eyes and cheese and branston pickle quarter sannies to soak up the bubbles, i want to get pished and drown all my troubles with my friends. We never needed a mobile phone, just the number of the local pubs coz thats where everyone was.

Well said.

Crafted with thought and care. Watched that way too. This will age timelessly. 🍺

I couldn’t agree more mate. I’m mid fifties now and the pubs are dire on a whole. Your local was where you went to celebrate, to commiserate, you went for a quiet drink after work or for the Saturday nite disco. You could buy most things off people in there, you could sell your car. You could find work and you could get a local tradesman for a job needing doing. Favours were swapped for favours. And on a Sunday lunchtime there were bowls of roast potatoes on the bar and the weekly meat and veg raffle. And let’s not forget the Working Men’s Clubs either. Keep up the good work mate. Dean.

cromwell was the one who let them back in again isnt he?

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Used to there on a weekend to watch rangers games with an ex boyf

Sitting on the patio with a pint of ESB. I was thinking that if there is a heaven, this is it.

Pretty sure bourbon and Black Label are the best whiskies in the world

Where’s the pub???? That film just showed you loads of mullets & bad clothes. I love a proper boozer. With loads of character. A few voddies & a bag of pork scratchings. (I’m a cheap date!) 😂 🍷🍷🍺🍺🥃

The last time i was in London was 2001. Id been in holland for a yr and had to get away from that multi culti disaster and got a cheapo coach to Liverpool street. I was so happy when i got in to town. Even though im Scottish i knew i was home. Would i have the same experience today ? I hardly saw a dutchie in holland. It was wall to wall turks, moroccans, afrique etc. I hated that part of it.

The demographic is quite stark !

Those lads are pretty good.

I remember the bar and lounge arrangements many establishments put on. The men liked the bar and the women frequented the lounge but both areas were for all. I cant think of anywhere that has a snug room. What a little gem that place is. The panelling richly stained with the soft light from the good old incandescent bulbs and the booths offering privacy. Thank you for showing us. 👍