A tale of the Egremont Pub
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In the late 1950's, when the Eggy was my father in law's local, we used to go in the back room in the evening "The Boys" would have their guitars and would be playing some old songs for then "oldies" and some skiffle for the " youngies" [who are now older that the original oldies ! ! ! !]
The bell would ring, which meant that the police were on their way in [[[no music licence at that time]] So the guitars would go under the seats before the police opened the door..then the conversation would go something like this...."Everything O K everybody ?? all behaving yourselves ? ? ?"
would be the chorus.
As the police exited the door, one would pop his head back in and make a request for the next song......but they had done their duty, not music had been taking place when they checked the premises.
Long before that my Dad used to run a weight-lifting club upstairs in the Egremont Ferry Pub
but they were worried about the ceiling coming down.
Jim Mcculloch used to go to it.
One boy was so poor he used to wear his sisters navy blue knickers instead of the proper gear.
Would imagine this would have been before WW11 as my Dad was born in 1912.
##those were the days~##