Often driven along there with mum and dad in the 50's. We lived in rural Lincolnshire on the way to see relatives. We knew it as the land of many pubs!
My father, Sam O'Neill, managed the Crooked Billet until he retired in the early 1970s. He had been there for at least 40 years. I was brought up there & lived there until my marriage in 1959
I only ever dared to go into one of those pubs once and that was one lunch time while I was doing a course at vickers back in '73. Usually if you weren't known by the regulars they made sure you left quick. lol.
McEwans scotch was a great pint, just look for the blue star. 🙂 Edit: As a young man in the 80’s I worked with a man who was in his late 50’s his name was Les and he used to tell me of his exploits as a young man and how him and his mates used to try to have a half in every bar on scotswood rd. He said that they never made it. Thanks for the memories.
I remember living near The Elswick at the bottom of our back lane it had spitoons on the floor plus sawdust too, but then again all the butchers shops had sawdust on the floors because of the blood. In the days when T.B. was rife along the Road how the hell we survived God only knows.
The Robin Adair had a roof covered by Green Westmoreland slate... It could not have looked more out of place. Whatever the architect for Newcastle and Scottish Breweries was thinking God only knows.
I did a lot of my drinking in the pubs on Scotswood Road in the '60s & '70s. Great days. Great place.
Could look at these old pics all day great of you xputting them out for all to see thanks so very much
Great place and great people
Often driven along there with mum and dad in the 50's. We lived in rural Lincolnshire on the way to see relatives. We knew it as the land of many pubs!
Steve, what a winner! Remembering many of those pubs on Scotswood Road. Thanks for the post.......
My father, Sam O'Neill, managed the Crooked Billet until he retired in the early 1970s. He had been there for at least 40 years. I was brought up there & lived there until my marriage in 1959
was it not Big Bob Dowson that ran the Billet he lived upstairs with his wife, I worked there for a short while and I also drank there too.
Wow
I was born in Elswick East Terrace. Family used to drink in the Malborough. ❤️
I only ever dared to go into one of those pubs once and that was one lunch time while I was doing a course at vickers back in '73. Usually if you weren't known by the regulars they made sure you left quick. lol.
A laughed at that ,but probably was very true ,new face in there pub ,get rid of you fast x
That would be so true for back in the day
Fantastic. Cushy Butterfield was another one.
Heard of that me sissters ex used to go in there a bit
The cushy Butterfield me sis and her ex used to get in there back in the day, his last name was Curry
Wasn't there loads of pubs that was where you met your future spouses unlike today great picture thanks
McEwans scotch was a great pint, just look for the blue star. 🙂
Edit:
As a young man in the 80’s I worked with a man who was in his late 50’s his name was Les and he used to tell me of his exploits as a young man and how him and his mates used to try to have a half in every bar on scotswood rd. He said that they never made it.
Thanks for the memories.
Yes my dad used to drink that only
I remember living near The Elswick at the bottom of our back lane it had spitoons on the floor plus sawdust too, but then again all the butchers shops had sawdust on the floors because of the blood. In the days when T.B. was rife along the Road how the hell we survived God only knows.
Used to say nobody could drink a half in every pub n reach the end scotchy road
47 boozers on Scotswood Rd
47 boozers on Scotswood Rd back then
There's not that many in whole of Newcastle now ,how times have changed.
@@jean2740 transport me back to the 60s and 70s
Where did they move all the people to?
Newbiggin hall estate was bought to house the lot of us.
The Robin Adair had a roof covered by Green Westmoreland slate... It could not have looked more out of place. Whatever the architect for Newcastle and Scottish Breweries was thinking God only knows.
These pubs are THE reason that all the kids in the area were dressed in rags, had no shoes & had empty bellies.