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Agreed Re: the Foresters. Wasn't so happy with the pub dog jumping up on the tables, but it wasn't as bad as people make out. Was it the Millwall fans and the big screen that put people off? They were a more open and varied crowd in there than you get now.


I also miss the large fruit'n'veg stall with the bloke with the flat hat 'n' beard (also a Foresters regular - not surpisingly as it was right next door) and his female accomplice. Very handy that place was.

spadetownboy Wrote:

dont know if anyone else remembers the

> shop that used to be on the corner of st francis

> road by the bus-stop run by some old jamacian

> boy,it didnt open to about 10pm,but it was a great

> place for nipping for a few late night cans and if

> the face fitted a little bit of blow to send one

> to sleep.



I certainly do. I lived right opposite in Quorn Rd at the end of the 80s and used to nip in there all the time at two or three in the morning for a little bit of gear and half dozen Red Stripes.

jah those were the days, i had my first ever toke of skunk in that place how i ever made it back up the road i,ll never know, but i remember waking up and there was a kitten in the kitchen which i had somehow or other picked up on the way back, happy days.
Wha'ppen Spadetownboy, you probably floated back up the road I should think. I lived there way before the paranoia, schizoprenia inducing skunk came on the scene and if I was lucky I usually got a little Sensimillia with my Red Stripes. Proper sensible herb. The Weed of Wisdom.>:D

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