Grew up in a pub in Hampshire in the 70s and 80s, and fondly reflect on that wonderful period. We were a hub of the village community and a place where the regulars would do anything to help their neighbors. No TVs, just good conversation and folk singers on Fri/Sat night in front of a roaring fire. The smell of wood smoke in the bar and the scent of real hops in real beer in the cellar. Happy days indeed.
You never forget the smell of booze and smoke. If you ever went into one of those bars in the morning, the scent would take you back to the good times.
I was born in 1940, grew up during and after the war, and remember the English pub as a highlight of growing up, finding friends and being proud of being English
You know there's only two types of people in this world, Them that are English, and Those who wish they were. Hahaha My Grandfather had many funny sayings he told us as children and his great times with friends at the Pubs during the war. Early days England was a wonderful country, no longer. Pity !
@baronmeduse I worked with a Black Smith years ago who drank mild we want to one of our local pubs. Their was a new face behind the bar Jack my mate asked for a pint of mild .the man said we stopped selling it no one drinking it eany more my mate replied we do the new man' replied iam the new landlord I'll stock what I want. My mate replied your not a landlord your just a beer salesman. We where asked to leave. He only lasted a few months and got the sack. All the country bumpkin that he called them wanted their beer back out the wood and mild. Happy days when we had proper beer 🍺
@@Sambo77261yeah the good times when peaceful British forces under the commission of the queen went around Africa and Asia destroying the cultures and societies while pillaging their resources sent back to peaceful Britain
I (Australian) walked into an 18th century pub in Chester one November and there was a chap sitting in a winged-back chair by an open fire, reading a newspaper, with a pint glass next to him and I thought "now, this is England!"
An Irishman appearing in a local English pub was always a wonderfully welcome addition to the general hubbub. Irish people have always been regarded in England as having a gentle, beautifully-observed and quirky sense of humour, and their perfect habitat was an English public bar, joining in the banter and adding to the joy as the beer flowed and the evening warmed up. I reckon it's probably the same in Australia, New Zealand, the US, Canada (especially Canada, Ireland's home in the woods). I can imagine you Pat, arriving at The Fox And Hounds one evening, getting the whole pub rolling with laughter and never leaving, and on the odd occasion when you weren't there everyone asking where Pat is tonight. "I don't know where he is, but old Jack said he saw him with a young woman, both dressed up to the nines and getting on the bus into the town."
@@Tampo-tiger And you my friend I’d imagine we’d be drinking together for you have a wonderful way of expressing friendship good company and that wonderful moment in time that is gone forever. Pubs where safe and the young learned how to behave and not let you or your family down in public. I believe when they kept regulating pubs they broke the back of the community. We all drank in them days yet we enjoyed so much more the company friendships and decency. The alcohol was just the cherry on the top.☘️
Love watching old videos like this ,the narrators voice so polite and well spoken, he sounds like he's reading poetry. Hard to find decent pubs now without all the noise, tvs, shouting etc .
I love documentaries like this. But I'm sad the life and culture have changed so drastically. The world still needs places like these friendly old pubs.
The old English pub was charming and friendly I worked all over England as a young man and 5 others all Irish we worked at roofing Thatching or any type of roof. We liked a pint and a meal at lunch time and after work as young men do, the locals would get to know us and we made great friends with locals and being young we loved the ladies. I think they broke the back of the working class by messing with the pub culture. It was like a club where people went to meet and converse. Even then with the troubles in Ireland I never met hostility. Yet the nearer you came to London this changed. I remember pubs in London where the minute you walked in the door the atmosphere dropped, while Dorset and Devon and many more a smile awaited you, yes I miss those fine old pubs I’m smiling now remembering them. Regards to you and yours ☘️
@@patkearney9320 Thanks for sharing wonderful memories! When I was a kid back in the 1960s, I had friends, a family who immigrated to New York from Ireland. They told me about Irish pubs they stopped at when going back to revisit their home county Donegal. I'm supposing both Irish and British pubs had the same friendly, warm atmosphere.
@@mrs.g.9816 Indeed the two countries had the same pub system they where a place you could laugh and in them days play cards darts pool sing a song or dance. But one by one each bit of enjoyment was stopped by government interference. First gambling laws stopped card games, health and safety stopped darts or some new law stopped this or that until they just wanted you to sit drink and whisper. Smoking bans and on and on. Then in the 90s the drugs stopped young folk drinking and coming to pubs they’d take E tablets and go to clubs that opened at 12 midnight and that was end game. Ireland lasted longer because we had more villages and country life so police looked the other way. Now pubs make money on food and robbing tourists who pay lots extra for a pint to hear Irish music. Thought pubs off the beaten track are still around but in remote areas. Regards to you and yours.☘️
@@patkearney9320 I haven't been to a bar (what we call pubs in the U.S.) in decades, so I can't really tell you. The closest thing to a pub in my rural town is a cozy restaurant that has a bar. Everybody seems to know everybody else there. Anyhow, I was at that restaurant with my sister and brother-in-law five years ago to celebrate buying my own house. Since I was new to the area, my sister introduced me to a few people, who have since become my friends.
0:35 Ye Olde Fighting Cocks is in St. Albans 0:42 The Barley Mow is in Abingdon 3:35 The George is on High Street London 4:42 The London Apprentice is on the Thames in Isleworth 4:55 The Style & Winch is in Maidstone 4:57 Ye Olde Chequers is in Tonbridge 6:18 The Spaniards is on Spaniards Rd. London
I'd happily have a jar in each of those. I've been to a number of the pubs in St Albans in the late 80s and early 90s so I hope it included Ye Olde Fighting Cocks. I have paid a number of visits in fairly equal amounts to the Cock and the Bull,the two former coaching inns nearly next to each other on one side of the main drag in Stony Stratford frequented by travellers of centuries past that led to the famous expression.
Oh happy days, many years ago I restored a floor in the house next door to the London Apprentice, there was a Picasso on the wall! My mothers family owned the Black Horse pub in Richmond, a wonderful, very big pub, where I had my first Saturday job buttering bread! Cheers everyone
I went out to pubs in Richmond,including one by the Thames,with my best friend from school and his Dad one weekend around our 18th birthdays (he's 3 days younger than me),while on one of my sleepovers at his house,so I may have paid that pub a visit though it's long ago now.
The aroma from those old pubs was something you don't read much about. The hoppy ales, the jet black stouts, nut brown ales, light ales, milds, and for the ladies Babycham, cherry brandy and apricot wine, or for my mum a Mackeson, sometimes half and half with milk. Those lovely beverages produced a sweet smell that told travellers from a way down the lane that a pub was nearly at hand. The aroma of beer and spirits would be mixed with delicious blends of Virginia leaves, carefully mixed tobaccos with spices and a bit of rum or whisky to create things like Condor and St Bruno. The relaxing feeling at the end of a day's labour was glorious. You don't get that sense of serenity any more, without it being tinged with irritation or frustration. You'd sit down with your first delicious pint and sup half in no time, then light up your pipe and puff away, the blissful sense of well-being pervading every part of you. Nobody can know the sensation of that pipe tobacco relaxing your whole body unless you've tried it. Summers were best, sat outside the front watching the world go by, not troubled by urgencies like getting home for a life-changing reality telly programme or to shop online for things from China that you don't need. Nobody had a new kitchen fitted, let alone simply because the old one was out of fashion. We didn't bother about things that weren't necessary. Anyway, a few nice pints later you would clamber on your bike and cycle home, full of good humour and chuckling at the silly chats you'd just enjoyed with other locals or a traveller. We didn't know how rich we were. We wouldn't have believed anyone telling us how brutally it all would change, that the fields we surveyed would all be vile housing estates for an infinite supply of overweight people, the sound of motorways roaring 24 hours a day, the urgency and demand of everything sapping our souls. I don't want 10,000 channels of American chewing gum television and 'movies' (ie films) or infinite information on hand that will make me not one jot happier. I don't want people disturbing me on a gadget at any time of the day or night. I just want to relax and take my time over a nice pint, listening to the blackbirds and the sparrows. I want to get home and hear the foxes in the spinney, or the squirrels squawking and shouting, or the owls hooting. This modern world has very little to compensate those who just want to be back in easier times, when money wasn't your god and rushing was an alien concept. Modern life is a plastic throwaway replacement for solid oak, and life will never be as lovely as it was back then.
I live in urban South London...I can hear blackbirds and sparrows in my garden...As for squirrels and foxes, we have an overabundance of those..My neighbourhood is surrounded by three parks two of which are nature reserves full of migrating birds and water fowl... That nice Mr Kahn has made my street, previously a rat run into a low traffic neighbourhood. Many more people walking and cycling, hopefully helping to deal with "overweight people" without berating them. ...
@@zivkovicable Hopefully the council has also found a way to encourage local street corner pubs to stay in business or even open up, given that they are a wonderful British social hub. Tax breaks and all-day opening would be so helpful. Lovely local beers and tasty international grub to suit all ethnicities and tastes. I'm really glad to hear that you are able to enjoy thriving inner city nature and a peaceful countryside environment. The blackbirds this time of year are, to me, the most beautiful sound in the world.
Nostalgia ruins your common sense. This is exactly the kind of sentimental tosh that induced Brexit. You need to come to terms with a simple, and obvious, fact: things change; they always have and always will. You should try and get to grips that and live in the present. I find your condescending remark about overweight people offensive. I could try one about the stench of pipe smoke in shared spaces. (Your chances of surviving lung cancer are significantly greater now than they would have been in the 1949s: but I suspect you are nevertheless nostalgic for the good old days before the NHS?).
The smell of pledge from the cleaner just as you arrive combining with a lingering smell of last nights beer and cigarettes- favourite smell in the world.
So lucky to have The Blue Anchor in Helston Cornwall as my local, one of the last original home brew pubs left. No fruit machines, muzak, a bastion against modernity and long may it be so. The beer, Spingo, is just superb if a little wobbly!
Your mistaken. Its a plastic pub to keep you Aussies happy😅 My local is just great, full of locals of all ages, its an old boozer with great views over the North Pennines and Cumbrian mountains. And best of all great ale.
I live in Penshurst England and recognise many of these pubs as local to me. I saw the Chequers in Tonbridge High Street , The Rose & Crown Tonbridge and the Castle at Chiddenstone. I bet the producer was local to Tunbridge Wells area….Nic
It is still beautiful. As an English person who has spent much of her life living overseas I still get an enormous thrill when I return home. And finding a quiet little pub is one thing I look forward to! I hope there are a few tucked away that haven't been 'renovated'.
Yeah when people still had food rationing for 11 years after the war, couldn't access healthcare until 1948, died of smallpox and polio and lived in poverty with terrible education. Great Britain!!!
in pub in Liverpool with john Lennon, and George Harrison in early 1963...I met Del Shannon, and had great fish & chips with Samuel Smiths stout beer....I learned C chord on guitar from George Harrison.....
Funny - people in the comments saying how wonderful pubs were, why did you stop going to the pub then? I did a stint as a pub landlord in the 90s and saw the decline first hand. Lots of pubs have closed recently but this is not a new trend - it started in the 90s and hasn't stopped since. Unless you can count yourself as a regular, ie you went to your pub most days of the week - you are the reason pubs have gone. Don't pretend its only recently you stopped drinking in the pub, bet most people can't remember the last time they popped out for a swift half - bet it was circa 1982. Our local, the last one in our village closed last year - everyone says what a shame, yet we would sit in it of an evening and would be lucky if more than 4 people came in, if that. We ran a number of campaigns to encourage people to come down - nothing. People here saying I miss the old days, are happy to sit at home watching Sky and Netflix, shop at the out of town supermarket, drive instead of walk - the problem is nobody thinks they are the problem. You sat back and let it happen and then moan about it when its gone -
Probably because the government banned smoking and slowly added tax upon tax until we are where we are now at £6 - £7 per pint 🍺 ( in the provincial south for sure)
@@NigelHyphenJones Do you also have any idea much more it costs to make beer now that rent, energy and ingredients are so costly? In 1984 a pint of beer around my way was around 72p In 2024 a pint of beer around my way is around £4 Exactly in line with the inflation calculator.
quite right. the complaints about our country being flooded with foreigners who hate us are valid, but the biggest problem is the degeneration of the english people ourselves. we ourselves have no regard for what we've lost, so why would any foreigner care to "assimilate" into our mess?
Where I live most good pubs are surviving and many are doing well. These are the ones which provide a good atmosphere to escape to plus good quality beer.
Which area is that? Unfortunately I live in Germany. Uncomfortable "pubs", and horrible beer. A really sad place. Whenever I return, I try and get to a decent pub and get a few ales down my neck. You can't beat it.
Just as Britain contributed significantly in the destruction of other nations through kolonialism, direct wars, proxy wars and sponsored militnt groups. How does it feel? Karma issa beach, remember?
@@Connor-kc2ns it was never an idiilic country white people want to believe it was, people were impoverished, died young, children worked in factories, disease was rife, you didn’t own property, people were deported for stealing a loaf of bread, there was no welfare state and the poor were sent to fight the elites wars over menial squabbles in far off lands. The whole notion is utter utter bollocks, just read Victorian accounts of living in London, life was extremely hard and thankless for the majority of people.
The main character in George Orwell's Coming Up for Air which was written in 1938 sees England as a nightmare of change and modernity. He realises that the "good old days" of his youth are long gone.
I can remember 10 pubs within 10 minutes walk of where i used to live in the 70's. Christmas special beer being 6% drunk on xmas day lunchtime at the Navigation, Old Birchills. Think they have all closed now except 2..I think they are cafes? One pub went to Iron bridge museum.
The best thing about coming to England was always visiting the pubs. Meeting the locals, Sunday roast, and of course a pint of Stella served by a gentleman behind the bar. Always fun and a sense of feeling welcomed all over England.
@@Geoff-n1d This is also typical English, of all the nice things I had to say you had to find ONE point you disagree with, and complain about it. Stella is the best beer in England, period. English ale? PFFF
Nice comments everyone - I agree! I'm not a smoker but I miss the smell of smoke in a pub! We've never been so uptight and selfish as we are now. How sad.
It’s just capitalism/consumerism doing its thing. Make it easy and addictive for people and they will go there. Internet, car, supermarket, fast food. Done. This is life forever now. Enjoy your 51st State cardboard suburban retail park -life- existence where you drive everywhere and order cheap crap from t’Internet while moaning about in antisocial media using the device permanently glued to your eyes.
@@rjjcms1 It’s mostly change of lifestyles and habits. U.S. style consumerism, mobile phone addictions/Internet/streaming video. People don’t go out except to drive to a supermarket or fast food outlet. That’s it.
Lockdown changed people's habits, though pubs were struggling for many years before that, modern technology and a four pack for the price of a pint with any film at your fingertips
Lake district comes to mind, fair few 16th 17th 18th century etc pubs still about, albeit a lot of them have turned into poshy eateries there are still some locals which are nice.
Average weekly industrial wage in 1940 was around £4 15s Average cost of a Pint of ale was 5d, and of a Pint of milk, 3d - while that of a loaf was around 4½d. So, in 1940, and assuming a 40 hour working week, you could (very roughly) get 5 or 6 pints of beer for an hour's work. Sadly, pub Beer - like Fish and Chips - is nowadays out of reach of the kind of people who at least could once afford it, if not anything more luxurious! Just think: back in 1960, you could get a piece of cod and eightpenno'rth of chips for 1/6d (8p in today's Mickey Mouse currency). Now look at it: such is the 'cost' of Inflation!
It's deliberate they don't want people socialising and realising others are just a sick of how we are being treated. In less than 20 years there will be very few pubs and clubs left. 🇬🇧
@@AndrewDaley-lr9qg‘it’s deliberate’ 🤦🤡 It’s just capitalism/consumerism doing its thing. Make it easy and addictive for people and they will go there. Internet, car, supermarket, fast food. Done. This is life forever now. Enjoy your 51st State cardboard suburban retail park -life- existence where you drive everywhere and order cheap crap from t’Internet while moaning about in antisocial media using the device permanent,y glued to your eyes.
It’s just capitalism/consumerism doing its thing. Make it easy and addictive for people and they will go there. Internet, car, supermarket, fast food. Done. This is life forever now. Enjoy your 51st State cardboard suburban retail park -life- existence where you drive everywhere and order cheap crap from t’Internet while moaning about in antisocial media using the device permanently glued to your eyes.
@@dav01kar I have my eyes wide open. live just 15 miles south of Central London in Banstead, Surrey. It's England. It's not China. It's also overwhelmingly white English people here.
Lovely nostalgic film. I find it sad that so many of these wonderful pubs will have now closed for ever. Most of those that are left bear little resemblance the the places featured in this film. There were restricted hours they could open, but all pubs generally opened all the hours they were allowed to, unlike today. For many of the pubs remaining, focus may have turned to food rather than conversation and games such as darts and cards. Worst still, some have succumbed to being given silly names and relying on gimmicks. For so many people in the 2020s, particularly the younger generation, pubs are, sadly, an irrelevance. Checking social media seems to be more important to them than visiting their local hostelry. How I wish we could have the traditional pubs back.
My grandparents ran pub for 35 years After he came out the army veteran from the first she lost his sight in one eye Royal horse artillery Valley he spent five years in India without his family after the army, he ran apart they left 1958 when baby I would crawl and sip the empty bottles remember the smell of the style beer they would be so dust on the floor of the pub
Those were the good old days . When it was good fun to visit the local pub ( inn) . To be fair I still enjoy a visit to my local pub . It is one of life’s great pastimes . Albeit quite expensive these days . But I hope that that enjoyable experience , is never taken away from us . Great video by the way .
Our traditional beer culture is now being destroyed by Foster's ( brewed in UK) and Moretti drinkers with their brains in their stomachs. I love a pint of mild when I can get it.
Plenty of local ales in old country pubs. Just stay away from city pubs for the most part. My local country pub, which isn't that far south of London, serves local Surrey Hills brewery draught ales.
As an Englishman using pubs for over 40 years, and yes, on a weekly basis, not nightly as years gone by, its sad to see the decline of a real pub. My definition of a real pub is no TV, no food except bar snacks and maybe pork pie and cobs as in old Black Country bars. No kids under the age 16. Bring back smoking. I hated it and never smoked. I was a minority and I respected that. You dont go to Rome and tell the Romans what to do. No music. Ale at a readonable price, instead of trendy microbreweries selling unfiltered beer (bad for the gut) at an extortionate price. I believe the two biggest disasters to damage pubs was Thatchers interference in pub trade 1989 and the massive decline of manufacturing industry in the UK. I went to a pub a few days before the deregulation came into effect. It was an M and B pub in West Bromwich. In the 80s you could get your pennies out before you went into any Bankses, M and B, Ansells pubs and it was a fixed price in all of of their pubs. I went back into the same pub a few days later and they had hiked the price by a considerable amount. It never stopped. My dad said, if beer hits a £1 a pint I ll knock it on the head, and he was a massive drinker. Continental lagers made in the UK? People believe the marketing. By the way, I dont belong to Camra. Just an Englishman missing either quiet solitude or friendship over a pint in a civilised pub.
I used to drink at the George years ago, had to watch yourself because always someone wanting a fight, but was still good, and its still in business doing a roaring trade. We used to go to the Kins Head for darts and finish up at the George, only a few pints because were only 15 at the time :) didnt take much, Players ciggies, No.6, trying to be grown up, that was a time, fifty years ago, it was still good then,
01:55 that's the George Inn, Norton St Philip just a few miles from me. Lovely medieval pub, great beer and food. It was the temporary headquarters of the Duke of Monmouth during his rebellion in 1685.
The London Apprentice brought back memories. My first wife shared a house a few doors up the road. Before the Thames Barrier they were flooded out, badly, Fem ‘76 or ‘77. We’d sit by the slipway watching the planes descending to Heathrow. My guess is they view 4:44 on the film) is unchanged.
@@ZafAyub-pu9od Thanks friend; my wife left Isleworth when we married in '78. We separated in '99 and by 2004 she was dead from cancer. I'd not be able to go there again for the memories; but I don't have to! You've been for me!
I have one of the famous four, last brew pubs, as my local. The All Nations in Madeley. Still serving great beer and conversation. One of the main reasons i moved here.
@@alanhargreaves-thevoiceofr2361 Consumerism wins again. Capitalism always wins. All you old folks love driving everywhere, buying supermarket beers and poring over social media in all of your spare time. You killed our pubs.
Ah, the good old English pub, nothing like it anywhere else in the world. That was one of the few things I missed when I emigrated to Australia in 1972.🇬🇧🇦🇺
Thanks for posting this. My grandad introduced me to bitter when I was around 7 an that started my journey to enjoy English pubs, taverns and Inns. This film showed 1940s England as well as other periods. Although it was a dark hour for the world, I wonder if life although harder, was more content.👍👍
There are still some places that look as idyllic as this, but they are rare. We've just moved to Dorset, there a few of these dotted about. Any pubs in and around London , are gone, if they are open at all.
I live just 15 miles south of Central London. The 400 year old Well House Inn not far from me is like this, and still going. Plenty of old pubs around London still. Even in the middle of London.
The days of having a quiet Drink seem to be over and Civilised discussion with kids Making a noise and their Stupid phones thay look like Robots no humour or Civilised conversation Yes bring back the old pubs
SUNDAY LUNCHTIMES IN THE LOCAL WITH MY DAD AND UNCLES AND THEIR FRIENDS WERE DELIGHTFUL, FUNNY AND EDUCATIONAL AND I WARMLY REMEMBER THEM AND THE GREAT PEOPLE ALL NOW GONE.
" the contents of its cellar are not so expansive but quite adequate for this less indulgent age" now we seem to be living in an age of endless feasting, however i have a feeling the age of over abundance is quickly coming to an end, we will be doing well if we still have pubs and a little law and order...
With your indulgence this seems like a good group to which to make a request. A friend, Dave Hadfield, died 3 years ago and his family has proposed what I think is a great idea in his memory, to go to a pub on his birthday, June 14. Dave was a writer and is widely regarded as the finest commentator on the sport of Rugby League, although he also wrote on other subjects. He loved pubs. If this small gesture helps to keep pubs alive in some small way that would be nice.
In Spain the bars and licensed cafes are frequented by families , kids very welcome , lovely atmosphere and well behaved. In restaurants kids eat the same as the adults but smaller portions, in school the teachers sit at the same tables as the kids. The family is important, at least this is what it was like when I lived there 20 years ago. Now , I don,t know.
Born a Brit I moved to Spain a decade ago. Life is still lived like this film here on the continent. Not the same culture, but the same spirit. How the Uk has fallen.
Are you comparing like with like? Lots of ex pats move from English cities to the European countryside and wonder at the difference in culture and pace of life…
People remember the best parts of the past and downplay the bad. People have been wanting to go back to the 'good old days' for literally thousands of years. Better to make the best of the current era than to waste time on nostalgia, there's still plenty of good in this country if you go out and find it.
What a magnificent country we once had.
No dude - it was a bombed out sh!t hole
before Brexit
Pre Europe
What exactly did you like Sandy?
YES ,but f.....g boring
Grew up in a pub in Hampshire in the 70s and 80s, and fondly reflect on that wonderful period. We were a hub of the village community and a place where the regulars would do anything to help their neighbors. No TVs, just good conversation and folk singers on Fri/Sat night in front of a roaring fire. The smell of wood smoke in the bar and the scent of real hops in real beer in the cellar. Happy days indeed.
You never forget the smell of booze and smoke. If you ever went into one of those bars in the morning, the scent would take you back to the good times.
Did you engage in song?
Sounds mint that mate.
Beautiful and warming to ones heart. We have lost a lot in recent years.
But spicy curry's and rice
Not only you. All western european lose their culture.
I was born in 1940, grew up during and after the war, and remember the English pub as a highlight of growing up, finding friends and being proud of being English
You mean proud of being racist
Bigot!!!!
Did you engage in song in these pubs?
Careful. Two tier scum kier will have ya locked up for saying you're a proud English man.
I'm Irish BTW
You know there's only two types of people in this world, Them that are English, and Those who wish they were.
Hahaha
My Grandfather had many funny sayings he told us as children and his great times with friends at the Pubs during the war. Early days England was a wonderful country, no longer. Pity !
Just Wonderful, can I go back in time to live there please.
Some would say we wouldn’t want to go back to these times, I’ll give it a try, it cannot be worse than the sad Britain we live in today.
Here here
Oh dear, you obviously didn't catch the date of this film 1940s.
Unless you were a woman
Slum housing, poor infrastructure, no free health service, high infant mortality, low life expectancy, tuberculosis, rigid class system
@@Evemeister12 at least it was England for the English.
I'm 75 years old i used to drink in my local every night after work. Light and bitter. All gone now we had the best years.
@@anthonyhardwick1826 Sir we truly had the best that time could offer we was a lucky gentleman. Regards to you and yours Ireland 🇮🇪
I feel the same way about The Swan in Twickenham.Not many characters about these days .
It annoys me that you can't get proper mild anywhere these days.
@baronmeduse I worked with a Black Smith years ago who drank mild we want to one of our local pubs. Their was a new face behind the bar Jack my mate asked for a pint of mild .the man said we stopped selling it no one drinking it eany more my mate replied we do the new man' replied iam the new landlord I'll stock what I want. My mate replied your not a landlord your just a beer salesman. We where asked to leave. He only lasted a few months and got the sack. All the country bumpkin that he called them wanted their beer back out the wood and mild. Happy days when we had proper beer 🍺
@ Is Mild an ale and is it strong .☘️
That charming land that once was, that beloved England !
@@matthewtrow5698 I think you need to have a lie down, mate.
@@matthewtrow5698bollocks. Any British person would happily return to these simpler and happier times. When Britain was Britain.
@@Sambo77261yeah the good times when peaceful British forces under the commission of the queen went around Africa and Asia destroying the cultures and societies while pillaging their resources sent back to peaceful Britain
"When Britain was Britain"? What does that mean?@@Sambo77261
@@matthewtrow5698white England v multicultural England- the answer is clear.
I (Australian) walked into an 18th century pub in Chester one November and there was a chap sitting in a winged-back chair by an open fire, reading a newspaper, with a pint glass next to him and I thought "now, this is England!"
It used to be
Glad you experienced a real pub, all the best from the U.K.
Interesting Alan.Which pub was that? I'm from Chester so I'm sure to have been in it😄
@@paulmclaughlin395 I think it was called the Kings Head. It's supposed to be haunted, but I think that is probably guff for the tourists
I can confirm Chester is massively haunted
A way of life that’s gone for ever. No wonder I long for a time machine so I can revisit the past.
Looking on ebay for a flux capacitor then I'm off.
I'm busy digging a Time Tunnel but it's a time-consuming project and damn hard work!
Please take me with you.Totally agree.🤙
I'm coming with you.
@@jerrydowse5061 great to see you go!
As an Irish man I enjoyed the charming old English pubs and they enjoyed us sad gone for ever.
An Irishman appearing in a local English pub was always a wonderfully welcome addition to the general hubbub. Irish people have always been regarded in England as having a gentle, beautifully-observed and quirky sense of humour, and their perfect habitat was an English public bar, joining in the banter and adding to the joy as the beer flowed and the evening warmed up. I reckon it's probably the same in Australia, New Zealand, the US, Canada (especially Canada, Ireland's home in the woods). I can imagine you Pat, arriving at The Fox And Hounds one evening, getting the whole pub rolling with laughter and never leaving, and on the odd occasion when you weren't there everyone asking where Pat is tonight. "I don't know where he is, but old Jack said he saw him with a young woman, both dressed up to the nines and getting on the bus into the town."
@ How beautiful you write thanking you Sincerely Pat☘️
@@Tampo-tiger And you my friend I’d imagine we’d be drinking together for you have a wonderful way of expressing friendship good company and that wonderful moment in time that is gone forever. Pubs where safe and the young learned how to behave and not let you or your family down in public. I believe when they kept regulating pubs they broke the back of the community. We all drank in them days yet we enjoyed so much more the company friendships and decency. The alcohol was just the cherry on the top.☘️
Absolutely fascinating! Loved it and miss the England of yesteryear.
I now live abroad but one of the things I really miss about England is the traditional country pub.
They don't exist anymore !
England in its purest form; politeness combined with curiosity. A distant memory now.
Love watching old videos like this ,the narrators voice so polite and well spoken, he sounds like he's reading poetry. Hard to find decent pubs now without all the noise, tvs, shouting etc .
Oh yes, I hate the pubs that show sports on a huge TV
Or apostrophes?
'Pubs' gave way to 'Zoos' . .. .
I love documentaries like this. But I'm sad the life and culture have changed so drastically. The world still needs places like these friendly old pubs.
The old English pub was charming and friendly I worked all over England as a young man and 5 others all Irish we worked at roofing Thatching or any type of roof. We liked a pint and a meal at lunch time and after work as young men do, the locals would get to know us and we made great friends with locals and being young we loved the ladies. I think they broke the back of the working class by messing with the pub culture. It was like a club where people went to meet and converse. Even then with the troubles in Ireland I never met hostility. Yet the nearer you came to London this changed. I remember pubs in London where the minute you walked in the door the atmosphere dropped, while Dorset and Devon and many more a smile awaited you, yes I miss those fine old pubs I’m smiling now remembering them. Regards to you and yours ☘️
@@patkearney9320 Thanks for sharing wonderful memories! When I was a kid back in the 1960s, I had friends, a family who immigrated to New York from Ireland. They told me about Irish pubs they stopped at when going back to revisit their home county Donegal. I'm supposing both Irish and British pubs had the same friendly, warm atmosphere.
@@mrs.g.9816 Indeed the two countries had the same pub system they where a place you could laugh and in them days play cards darts pool sing a song or dance. But one by one each bit of enjoyment was stopped by government interference. First gambling laws stopped card games, health and safety stopped darts or some new law stopped this or that until they just wanted you to sit drink and whisper. Smoking bans and on and on. Then in the 90s the drugs stopped young folk drinking and coming to pubs they’d take E tablets and go to clubs that opened at 12 midnight and that was end game. Ireland lasted longer because we had more villages and country life so police looked the other way. Now pubs make money on food and robbing tourists who pay lots extra for a pint to hear Irish music. Thought pubs off the beaten track are still around but in remote areas. Regards to you and yours.☘️
@@mrs.g.9816 Could you tell me please what’s the pubs like NOW in America it’s decades since I last visited.☘️
@@patkearney9320 I haven't been to a bar (what we call pubs in the U.S.) in decades, so I can't really tell you. The closest thing to a pub in my rural town is a cozy restaurant that has a bar. Everybody seems to know everybody else there. Anyhow, I was at that restaurant with my sister and brother-in-law five years ago to celebrate buying my own house. Since I was new to the area, my sister introduced me to a few people, who have since become my friends.
Pubs are essential! Don't question it! Men need to go to the pub!
Don’t ask questions.
Just men?. 1diot
No we don't. Some of us aren't alcoholics
@@KlausKokholmPetersen Are you in denial?
@@KlausKokholmPetersen a couple of pints during the week doesn't make you an alcoholic
Would love to go back, happy days.
0:35 Ye Olde Fighting Cocks is in St. Albans
0:42 The Barley Mow is in Abingdon
3:35 The George is on High Street London
4:42 The London Apprentice is on the Thames in Isleworth
4:55 The Style & Winch is in Maidstone
4:57 Ye Olde Chequers is in Tonbridge
6:18 The Spaniards is on Spaniards Rd. London
That's some pub crawl, buddy! 😂😂😂
Thanks for that. Was wondering where they all were. I presume they are still with us?
The Muslim arms in London.
what about 5:41? :)
I'd happily have a jar in each of those. I've been to a number of the pubs in St Albans in the late 80s and early 90s so I hope it included Ye Olde Fighting Cocks. I have paid a number of visits in fairly equal amounts to the Cock and the Bull,the two former coaching inns nearly next to each other on one side of the main drag in Stony Stratford frequented by travellers of centuries past that led to the famous expression.
They have taxed all the pubs to the point of closing
And smoking ban didn't help either.
@@njuham video/DVD, drink driving laws, Internet, consumerism, all killed pubs.
@@njuham It was a good thing for society in general.
slowly erasing our traditions&culture for the Islamic takeover
@@njuhamYou must admit the smoking was pretty vile 'though.
I go for a drink at the local crèche these days as all the kids are in the pubs.
lolol
Just like they always were - only you used to be one of them now you are a grumpy olf g!!t
When I was a kid in the 50's , if you passed a pub , you could smell the beer ! Not so nowadays .
In my experience the beer smell was from the carpets, or maybe I just frequented the wrong type of boozers.
How England and the UK once were, jesus! Even up to the mid 90s it was still the England we knew. Gone forever now and will get worse.
The rot started to really set in when Blair got in
hi about a quid a pint in the mid 90s
Brexit ruined it .
@@ste2442 When Thatcher got in. Since Blair only carried on her legacy.
Made in wartime to remind people what they were fighting for- pubs!
Better that than Rainbow Flags!
Better than elite posh, Tories spoken drivel!😅 🍺🍻
And we got diversity, LGBT, Trans, BLM, Antifa, degeneracy, homelessness and rampant drug addiction...they shut down our pubs.
"All hail the ale!" - Al Murray
@@plato_sol Get back under the stone you crawled from
Charming - just charming!
Oh happy days, many years ago I restored a floor in the house next door to the London Apprentice, there was a Picasso on the wall! My mothers family owned the Black Horse pub in Richmond, a wonderful, very big pub, where I had my first Saturday job buttering bread! Cheers everyone
I went out to pubs in Richmond,including one by the Thames,with my best friend from school and his Dad one weekend around our 18th birthdays (he's 3 days younger than me),while on one of my sleepovers at his house,so I may have paid that pub a visit though it's long ago now.
The aroma from those old pubs was something you don't read much about. The hoppy ales, the jet black stouts, nut brown ales, light ales, milds, and for the ladies Babycham, cherry brandy and apricot wine, or for my mum a Mackeson, sometimes half and half with milk.
Those lovely beverages produced a sweet smell that told travellers from a way down the lane that a pub was nearly at hand. The aroma of beer and spirits would be mixed with delicious blends of Virginia leaves, carefully mixed tobaccos with spices and a bit of rum or whisky to create things like Condor and St Bruno. The relaxing feeling at the end of a day's labour was glorious. You don't get that sense of serenity any more, without it being tinged with irritation or frustration.
You'd sit down with your first delicious pint and sup half in no time, then light up your pipe and puff away, the blissful sense of well-being pervading every part of you. Nobody can know the sensation of that pipe tobacco relaxing your whole body unless you've tried it.
Summers were best, sat outside the front watching the world go by, not troubled by urgencies like getting home for a life-changing reality telly programme or to shop online for things from China that you don't need.
Nobody had a new kitchen fitted, let alone simply because the old one was out of fashion. We didn't bother about things that weren't necessary.
Anyway, a few nice pints later you would clamber on your bike and cycle home, full of good humour and chuckling at the silly chats you'd just enjoyed with other locals or a traveller.
We didn't know how rich we were. We wouldn't have believed anyone telling us how brutally it all would change, that the fields we surveyed would all be vile housing estates for an infinite supply of overweight people, the sound of motorways roaring 24 hours a day, the urgency and demand of everything sapping our souls. I don't want 10,000 channels of American chewing gum television and 'movies' (ie films) or infinite information on hand that will make me not one jot happier. I don't want people disturbing me on a gadget at any time of the day or night. I just want to relax and take my time over a nice pint, listening to the blackbirds and the sparrows. I want to get home and hear the foxes in the spinney, or the squirrels squawking and shouting, or the owls hooting. This modern world has very little to compensate those who just want to be back in easier times, when money wasn't your god and rushing was an alien concept. Modern life is a plastic throwaway replacement for solid oak, and life will never be as lovely as it was back then.
I live in urban South London...I can hear blackbirds and sparrows in my garden...As for squirrels and foxes, we have an overabundance of those..My neighbourhood is surrounded by three parks two of which are nature reserves full of migrating birds and water fowl...
That nice Mr Kahn has made my street, previously a rat run into a low traffic neighbourhood. Many more people walking and cycling, hopefully helping to deal with "overweight people" without berating them. ...
@@zivkovicable Hopefully the council has also found a way to encourage local street corner pubs to stay in business or even open up, given that they are a wonderful British social hub. Tax breaks and all-day opening would be so helpful.
Lovely local beers and tasty international grub to suit all ethnicities and tastes. I'm really glad to hear that you are able to enjoy thriving inner city nature and a peaceful countryside environment. The blackbirds this time of year are, to me, the most beautiful sound in the world.
Nostalgia ruins your common sense. This is exactly the kind of sentimental tosh that induced Brexit. You need to come to terms with a simple, and obvious, fact: things change; they always have and always will. You should try and get to grips that and live in the present. I find your condescending remark about overweight people offensive. I could try one about the stench of pipe smoke in shared spaces. (Your chances of surviving lung cancer are significantly greater now than they would have been in the 1949s: but I suspect you are nevertheless nostalgic for the good old days before the NHS?).
The smell of pledge from the cleaner just as you arrive combining with a lingering smell of last nights beer and cigarettes- favourite smell in the world.
I’m 21 and this was a good read, makes you think what I’ve missed out on
So lucky to have The Blue Anchor in Helston Cornwall as my local, one of the last original home brew pubs left. No fruit machines, muzak, a bastion against modernity and long may it be so. The beer, Spingo, is just superb if a little wobbly!
Walked into Helston from Porthleven last year , had a couple of Spingos in the back yard be popping in May bank Holiday hopefully 🍻👍
@DonnellOkafor-pd7yn where you put coins in and gamble
Fruit machines (the old ones) are part of the history of pubs.
My mate had several pints of spingo. The police pulled him out of the water that runs past the pub, apparently he was swimming home.
@@colinchapman7300 that would be the kennels…many a person has either fallen in or driven in them!
I am just about old enough to remember when the local pub was like this.
Me too. I can actually remember the outrage when a pint went up to...50p.
My first pint of Bitter cost me 2/7d (13p)
My 1st pint was from a home brewing kit in 1973 and we had to strain it through an old sock
@@tubecated_development Sounds delicious...
@@diremond3700 Kids today don’t know they was born
In the U.S. kids are not allowed in until they are 21 years old. This is one of the best things I’ve seen today!
Cheers From California 😎
Here in Western Australia, we have a typical concrete building with a fake front on it to look like a pub.
Guess it's to keep the poms / limey happy
Your mistaken. Its a plastic pub to keep you Aussies happy😅 My local is just great, full of locals of all ages, its an old boozer with great views over the North Pennines and Cumbrian mountains. And best of all great ale.
In England they have have 3 kids with 5 different colours by the time they are 18. Americans are over-cossetted..
I live in Penshurst England and recognise many of these pubs as local to me. I saw the Chequers in Tonbridge High Street , The Rose & Crown Tonbridge and the Castle at Chiddenstone. I bet the producer was local to Tunbridge Wells area….Nic
But they're expected to die for the politicians at the age of18/19
It is still beautiful. As an English person who has spent much of her life living overseas I still get an enormous thrill when I return home. And finding a quiet little pub is one thing I look forward to! I hope there are a few tucked away that haven't been 'renovated'.
Great Britain at its best now sadly long gone 😢
Yeah when people still had food rationing for 11 years after the war, couldn't access healthcare until 1948, died of smallpox and polio and lived in poverty with terrible education. Great Britain!!!
@@dreamcrusher112 There is far more to life than the material things, you would do well to learn that.
@@dreamcrusher112 From the look of people, we could use some food rationing today.
@@allenatkins2263no argument for that!
@@dreamcrusher112education or indoctrination? orwell would like a word with you and the ruling class.
Great video and pleased to discover some of these pubs still exist.
in pub in Liverpool with john Lennon, and George Harrison in early 1963...I met Del Shannon, and had great fish & chips with Samuel Smiths stout beer....I learned C chord on guitar from George Harrison.....
All Gone... Forever! And nothing to replace it with.
Funny - people in the comments saying how wonderful pubs were, why did you stop going to the pub then? I did a stint as a pub landlord in the 90s and saw the decline first hand. Lots of pubs have closed recently but this is not a new trend - it started in the 90s and hasn't stopped since. Unless you can count yourself as a regular, ie you went to your pub most days of the week - you are the reason pubs have gone. Don't pretend its only recently you stopped drinking in the pub, bet most people can't remember the last time they popped out for a swift half - bet it was circa 1982. Our local, the last one in our village closed last year - everyone says what a shame, yet we would sit in it of an evening and would be lucky if more than 4 people came in, if that. We ran a number of campaigns to encourage people to come down - nothing. People here saying I miss the old days, are happy to sit at home watching Sky and Netflix, shop at the out of town supermarket, drive instead of walk - the problem is nobody thinks they are the problem. You sat back and let it happen and then moan about it when its gone -
🤫🤐shhhh. Don’t tell truths.
Probably because the government banned smoking and slowly added tax upon tax until we are where we are now at £6 - £7 per pint 🍺 ( in the provincial south for sure)
@@NigelHyphenJones Do you also have any idea much more it costs to make beer now that rent, energy and ingredients are so costly?
In 1984 a pint of beer around my way was around 72p
In 2024 a pint of beer around my way is around £4
Exactly in line with the inflation calculator.
£2.40 a pint of bitter in Liverpool and unlike the South people will give you the steam of their piss 😂
quite right. the complaints about our country being flooded with foreigners who hate us are valid, but the biggest problem is the degeneration of the english people ourselves. we ourselves have no regard for what we've lost, so why would any foreigner care to "assimilate" into our mess?
Where I live most good pubs are surviving and many are doing well. These are the ones which provide a good atmosphere to escape to plus good quality beer.
Which area is that?
Unfortunately I live in Germany. Uncomfortable "pubs", and horrible beer. A really sad place.
Whenever I return, I try and get to a decent pub and get a few ales down my neck. You can't beat it.
Depends on whole family abiliy to pay the cost of an enening. Anythins else is different to the old spirit - a comercial venture only.
@@MichaelLeBlanc-p4f Were you drunk when you wrote that?
you are replying to the wrong comment.@@resnonverba137
@dandare1001
Yeah, Germany might do beer gardens well, especially in Bavaria but generally their 'pubs' are mediocre.
It's a piece of history for our children,grandchildren,and great grandchildren of future generations, to see what this great country once was....❤
Having to sit outside the pub with a Pepsi with a Paper straw and if Lucky a Pack of salt n shake lol
We was lucky to get a bag of crisps back then. Nowadays you can get a family monster bag for a quid.
Haha, yes, and if you were lucky the straw wouldn't become soggy and stuck together before you finished your drink.
Oh, great. Just great. Now I'm in the mood for a pint of ale.
How our beautiful country has fallen.😪
Just as Britain contributed significantly in the destruction of other nations through kolonialism, direct wars, proxy wars and sponsored militnt groups. How does it feel? Karma issa beach, remember?
what utter bollocks
What a well thought out response Shaun. Well done.@@shaun1900
@@shaun1900 how?
@@Connor-kc2ns it was never an idiilic country white people want to believe it was, people were impoverished, died young, children worked in factories, disease was rife, you didn’t own property, people were deported for stealing a loaf of bread, there was no welfare state and the poor were sent to fight the elites wars over menial squabbles in far off lands. The whole notion is utter utter bollocks, just read Victorian accounts of living in London, life was extremely hard and thankless for the majority of people.
We have lost so much.... when Britain was once the greatest country on Earth.
Country has been steadily declining since the end of the Bloody Code in 1823. Alkali act in 1863 and, of course, the Explosives act of 1883.
*_Make that 'Greatest-Without-Peer'... & it will be AGAIN._*
That's life ...nothing stay the same❤❤❤❤
Some bits were OK, but as a brit myself I've always found the people a bit arrogant.
The main character in George Orwell's Coming Up for Air which was written in 1938 sees England as a nightmare of change and modernity. He realises that the "good old days" of his youth are long gone.
Makes me feel calm just watching this ❤️
The Art Deco pub at 5:40 is "The Comet", in Hatfield. It's near the De Havilland factory, hence the name. It's still there.
I can remember 10 pubs within 10 minutes walk of where i used to live in the 70's. Christmas special beer being 6% drunk on xmas day lunchtime at the Navigation, Old Birchills.
Think they have all closed now except 2..I think they are cafes?
One pub went to Iron bridge museum.
My literal and spiritual forebears. Here's to good old Blighty, God bless her. Cheers! 🍻
I long for proper pubs, with cigarette smoke, real beer, and no screaming kids.
Men only bars. Those were the days!
Don't forget the sandwiches and pork pies in the glass cabinet on the bar and peanuts in a bowl, before the hygiene police took over
and no dogs
@@barteknowak9555have known many a good drinking dog in my time. Only a Cat would say that. : (
@@martinmcdonald4207 They still have those men only bars darling; I'm sure they'd love to see you!
Utterly charming,those days are gone forever now sadly 🤦🏼♂️
Unfortunately we have allowed those who despise anyone having a good time to reduce our enjoyment.
agreed
Let’s call “those” accurately: Islamists.
What a daft comment
@@KevIn-qy7ps yea. You can’t say anything these days.
The best thing about coming to England was always visiting the pubs. Meeting the locals, Sunday roast, and of course a pint of Stella served by a gentleman behind the bar. Always fun and a sense of feeling welcomed all over England.
Stella ????? That’s not English ale
@@Geoff-n1d Quite. Any government worth its salt would have banned its sale in pubs.
@@Geoff-n1d This is also typical English, of all the nice things I had to say you had to find ONE point you disagree with, and complain about it. Stella is the best beer in England, period. English ale? PFFF
@@AndersJensenTH Well said. I’m English and love a good pint of Stella. Also like ale and most beers. But, yes, Stella is lovely.
@@Geoff-n1dgive it a rest not everyone likes bitter or mild.
Nice comments everyone - I agree! I'm not a smoker but I miss the smell of smoke in a pub! We've never been so uptight and selfish as we are now. How sad.
10 pubs closing weekly ..a tradition slowly being eroded away ..
It’s just capitalism/consumerism doing its thing. Make it easy and addictive for people and they will go there. Internet, car, supermarket, fast food. Done. This is life forever now. Enjoy your 51st State cardboard suburban retail park -life- existence where you drive everywhere and order cheap crap from t’Internet while moaning about in antisocial media using the device permanently glued to your eyes.
It's a shame. The cost of living crisis has accelerated that sad process.
@@rjjcms1 It’s mostly change of lifestyles and habits. U.S. style consumerism, mobile phone addictions/Internet/streaming video. People don’t go out except to drive to a supermarket or fast food outlet. That’s it.
@@tubecated_development True. Plus cans of beer from the supermarket are a whole lot cheaper.
Lockdown changed people's habits, though pubs were struggling for many years before that, modern technology and a four pack for the price of a pint with any film at your fingertips
If you look around, these Inns are still there, albeit much less in numbers. Rural areas are your best bet these days.
Lake district comes to mind, fair few 16th 17th 18th century etc pubs still about, albeit a lot of them have turned into poshy eateries there are still some locals which are nice.
The old english houses and their decorations looking very similar for me to midival towns in Germany.
When Anglo Saxon came to Britain they also came with their style of house building aswell
So sad. As a fairly young English man. Think I would have preferred to be born back then!
It would be interesting to compare wages and the cost of a pint then, to now.
I rarely go to the pub now because it's so expensive.
Average weekly industrial wage in 1940 was around £4 15s
Average cost of a Pint of ale was 5d, and of a Pint of milk, 3d - while that of a loaf was around 4½d.
So, in 1940, and assuming a 40 hour working week, you could (very roughly) get 5 or 6 pints of beer for an hour's work. Sadly, pub Beer - like Fish and Chips - is nowadays out of reach of the kind of people who at least could once afford it, if not anything more luxurious!
Just think: back in 1960, you could get a piece of cod and eightpenno'rth of chips for 1/6d (8p in today's Mickey Mouse currency). Now look at it: such is the 'cost' of Inflation!
@@marvinc9994 You mean 18p. A shilling was 12p (i.e. 2 x 6d).
It's deliberate they don't want people socialising and realising others are just a sick of how we are being treated. In less than 20 years there will be very few pubs and clubs left. 🇬🇧
@@AndrewDaley-lr9qg‘it’s deliberate’
🤦🤡 It’s just capitalism/consumerism doing its thing. Make it easy and addictive for people and they will go there. Internet, car, supermarket, fast food. Done. This is life forever now. Enjoy your 51st State cardboard suburban retail park -life- existence where you drive everywhere and order cheap crap from t’Internet while moaning about in antisocial media using the device permanent,y glued to your eyes.
You cannot even recognise the difference between an American flag and UK flag so why should I listen to you. 🇬🇧
When England was England
It’s just capitalism/consumerism doing its thing. Make it easy and addictive for people and they will go there. Internet, car, supermarket, fast food. Done. This is life forever now. Enjoy your 51st State cardboard suburban retail park -life- existence where you drive everywhere and order cheap crap from t’Internet while moaning about in antisocial media using the device permanently glued to your eyes.
It still is, if you care to get around and try.
@@lyndoncmp5751 you must be walking around with your eyes shut😅
@@dav01kar
I have my eyes wide open. live just 15 miles south of Central London in Banstead, Surrey. It's England. It's not China. It's also overwhelmingly white English people here.
@@lyndoncmp5751 yeah not for very long trust me
Now a trip to the pub is £90 down and a knife wound for the walk home.
Lovely nostalgic film. I find it sad that so many of these wonderful pubs will have now closed for ever. Most of those that are left bear little resemblance the the places featured in this film. There were restricted hours they could open, but all pubs generally opened all the hours they were allowed to, unlike today. For many of the pubs remaining, focus may have turned to food rather than conversation and games such as darts and cards. Worst still, some have succumbed to being given silly names and relying on gimmicks. For so many people in the 2020s, particularly the younger generation, pubs are, sadly, an irrelevance. Checking social media seems to be more important to them than visiting their local hostelry. How I wish we could have the traditional pubs back.
A fine documentary about the most British of institutions, the Pub. 🍻
My grandparents ran pub for 35 years
After he came out the army veteran from the first she lost his sight in one eye Royal horse artillery Valley he spent five years in India without his family after the army, he ran apart they left 1958 when baby I would crawl and sip the empty bottles remember the smell of the style beer they would be so dust on the floor of the pub
God bless them all . . . the long, the short and the tall.
Those were the good old days . When it was good fun to visit the local pub ( inn) . To be fair I still enjoy a visit to my local pub . It is one of life’s great pastimes . Albeit quite expensive these days . But I hope that that enjoyable experience , is never taken away from us . Great video by the way .
Our traditional beer culture is now being destroyed by Foster's ( brewed in UK) and Moretti drinkers with their brains in their stomachs. I love a pint of mild when I can get it.
A pint of mild now there's a blast from the past last one I had was from Oldham breweries long gone now.
Dont forget that the government itself has been forcing the closure of thousands of pubs over the last couple of decades.
@@lablackzed Had a very decent mild when I visited a cousin of mine in St Albans last year.
Our beer culture is all American IPA in cans from the supermarkets. Internet and consumerism took the customers…
Plenty of local ales in old country pubs. Just stay away from city pubs for the most part.
My local country pub, which isn't that far south of London, serves local Surrey Hills brewery draught ales.
As an Englishman using pubs for over 40 years, and yes, on a weekly basis, not nightly as years gone by, its sad to see the decline of a real pub.
My definition of a real pub is no TV, no food except bar snacks and maybe pork pie and cobs as in old Black Country bars. No kids under the age 16. Bring back smoking. I hated it and never smoked. I was a minority and I respected that. You dont go to Rome and tell the Romans what to do. No music. Ale at a readonable price, instead of trendy microbreweries selling unfiltered beer (bad for the gut) at an extortionate price.
I believe the two biggest disasters to damage pubs was Thatchers interference in pub trade 1989 and the massive decline of manufacturing industry in the UK. I went to a pub a few days before the deregulation came into effect. It was an M and B pub in West Bromwich. In the 80s you could get your pennies out before you went into any Bankses, M and B, Ansells pubs and it was a fixed price in all of of their pubs. I went back into the same pub a few days later and they had hiked the price by a considerable amount. It never stopped. My dad said, if beer hits a £1 a pint I ll knock it on the head, and he was a massive drinker.
Continental lagers made in the UK? People believe the marketing. By the way, I dont belong to Camra. Just an Englishman missing either quiet solitude or friendship over a pint in a civilised pub.
Fascinating film thank you.
Glad you enjoyed it
I used to drink at the George years ago, had to watch yourself because always someone wanting a fight, but was still good, and its still in business doing a roaring trade. We used to go to the Kins Head for darts and finish up at the George, only a few pints because were only 15 at the time :) didnt take much, Players ciggies, No.6, trying to be grown up, that was a time, fifty years ago, it was still good then,
sorry, Kings Head, typo
♥️🇬🇧😊 What a lovely film. I could watch that all day.
I mourn the loss of my beautiful country and it's peoples. Gone forever
Take me home.
My Mothership won't come back😪. I keep frantically pressing the big Red "Emergency Homing Beacon" button, but they won't come back and rescue me😢😢😢😢😢
It's gone. Got replaced by Britanistan about 20 odd years back mate.
@@theshamanarchist5441 mashAllah
@@theshamanarchist5441
It ain't the immigrants that's changed England matey boy, it's the English wot done it.
No fruit machine's, brilliant.
No correct punctuation in your case 🙄
@@resnonverba137 Modern, poor grammar! Standards have indeed slipped!
@@resnonverba137 you wanna see the 'grammar' used by the new curlies . .. 'innit like' . . . lol !
01:55 that's the George Inn, Norton St Philip just a few miles from me.
Lovely medieval pub, great beer and food. It was the temporary headquarters of the Duke of Monmouth during his rebellion in 1685.
06:19 The Spaniards is still there. Beautiful old pub. Apparently Dick Turpin, the infamous highwayman, used to frequent it. As did I.
A more elegant time for sure.
The London Apprentice brought back memories. My first wife shared a house a few doors up the road. Before the Thames Barrier they were flooded out, badly, Fem ‘76 or ‘77. We’d sit by the slipway watching the planes descending to Heathrow. My guess is they view 4:44 on the film) is unchanged.
Last time I was there two years ago the view was basically the same .. the road is one way and a few new houses that’s about it ..
@@ZafAyub-pu9od Thanks friend; my wife left Isleworth when we married in '78. We separated in '99 and by 2004 she was dead from cancer. I'd not be able to go there again for the memories; but I don't have to! You've been for me!
Blessings to you and your family
@@ZafAyub-pu9od Reciprocated. Thanks again.
I have one of the famous four, last brew pubs, as my local. The All Nations in Madeley. Still serving great beer and conversation. One of the main reasons i moved here.
I live in Newcastle upon tyne ...all decent pubs are gone ...only horrible franchise pubs rem,ain with their vile beers .....-garbage .
@@alanhargreaves-thevoiceofr2361 Consumerism wins again. Capitalism always wins. All you old folks love driving everywhere, buying supermarket beers and poring over social media in all of your spare time. You killed our pubs.
what a beautiful country we used to have,so sad what these governments have done to it
W€F now implementing the 50 year plan
yudischers did it . . .!!
Ah, the good old English pub, nothing like it anywhere else in the world. That was one of the few things I missed when I emigrated to Australia in 1972.🇬🇧🇦🇺
Thanks for posting this. My grandad introduced me to bitter when I was around 7 an that started my journey to enjoy English pubs, taverns and Inns. This film showed 1940s England as well as other periods. Although it was a dark hour for the world, I wonder if life although harder, was more content.👍👍
It's our patriotic duty to visit the pub.
😂😂😂 it really isn’t
Reminds me of the *HAND OF GLORY* pub in the movie town of Chillingbourne. 🎥🎥🎥
Can we go back to then please
There are still some places that look as idyllic as this, but they are rare. We've just moved to Dorset, there a few of these dotted about. Any pubs in and around London , are gone, if they are open at all.
Its' still like this around these parts (nw Hants).
I live just 15 miles south of Central London. The 400 year old Well House Inn not far from me is like this, and still going. Plenty of old pubs around London still. Even in the middle of London.
I wonna go back to the old good times. 😭
Pubs appear to only survive by selling quality food lately, unfortunately it often brings in the family hoards with screaming uncontrollable kids.
The days of having a quiet
Drink seem to be over and
Civilised discussion with kids
Making a noise and their
Stupid phones thay look like
Robots no humour or Civilised conversation
Yes bring back the old pubs
the barley mow in shepperton area is still there I believe! good days
I have been there
..😂
@@douglasgreen437 i didnt see you? 🙃
When kids were not allowed in!
And man could drink a real beer and smoke a pipe in peace.😡
You mean allowed in and family kept together no matter what ?
@@MichaelLeBlanc-p4f Not everyone wants to be surrounded by brats!
@@resnonverba137 Yer right there mate a man likes a bit of peace and quite when having a nice pint.👍🍺
My parents would go in (in the 70s) and leave us to wait in the car. Bringing out cokes and crisps.
SUNDAY LUNCHTIMES IN THE LOCAL WITH MY DAD AND UNCLES AND THEIR FRIENDS WERE DELIGHTFUL, FUNNY AND EDUCATIONAL AND I WARMLY REMEMBER THEM AND THE GREAT PEOPLE ALL NOW GONE.
Your Dad and his mates would not have put up with what is happening in this country today.
" the contents of its cellar are not so expansive but quite adequate for this less indulgent age" now we seem to be living in an age of endless feasting, however i have a feeling the age of over abundance is quickly coming to an end, we will be doing well if we still have pubs and a little law and order...
Aside from the lovely old alehouses, I was impressed by the number of trees in the 40s.
When we had a green and pleasant land.
With your indulgence this seems like a good group to which to make a request. A friend, Dave Hadfield, died 3 years ago and his family has proposed what I think is a great idea in his memory, to go to a pub on his birthday, June 14. Dave was a writer and is widely regarded as the finest commentator on the sport of Rugby League, although he also wrote on other subjects. He loved pubs. If this small gesture helps to keep pubs alive in some small way that would be nice.
Oh the days of my childhood when we were left outside the pub in the car with a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps
'ckin hell. You had a 'car'? Must have been middle class, innit?
In Spain the bars and licensed cafes are frequented by families , kids very welcome , lovely atmosphere and well behaved. In restaurants kids eat the same as the adults but smaller portions, in school the teachers sit at the same tables as the kids. The family is important, at least this is what it was like when I lived there 20 years ago. Now , I don,t know.
It hasn't changed. I live in Valencia now and it is just the same. And a glass of wine is a Pound (equivalent).
So sad that the first quarter of 2024 saw 80 pubs shut per month :0(
I do like English beer
A good one is heavenly
Born a Brit I moved to Spain a decade ago. Life is still lived like this film here on the continent. Not the same culture, but the same spirit. How the Uk has fallen.
Are you comparing like with like? Lots of ex pats move from English cities to the European countryside and wonder at the difference in culture and pace of life…
My England doesn't exist anymore..anyone got a time machine...I want to to go back and live like we used to
People remember the best parts of the past and downplay the bad. People have been wanting to go back to the 'good old days' for literally thousands of years. Better to make the best of the current era than to waste time on nostalgia, there's still plenty of good in this country if you go out and find it.
Beautiful British culture. Long gone x
Well, where are the crazies blocking traffic because they're worried about the weather?
African culture sucks . . .. .
Nostalgia for a lost land.