FaceTiming my granddaughter tonight at her uni, seeing her doing an artwork game in lockdown – ‘Decorating Traffic Cones’ reminds me of a naughty Sunday at the Mischief tavern in the 80’s it was 31st March . Major road works on Fye bridge made the traffic only single file over the bridge. A couple of my naughty friends and I decided to move some of the road work signs to block the bridge completely and divert the traffic coming into the city left along Fishergate. The next morning we realised the enormity of what we had done and as I peered round the curtains I could see the police, traffic wardens and bus drivers scratching their heads wondering why they hadn’t heard about the diversion in advance! Sadly I cannot show photos of thus naughty night as the photos of said event are thankfully very blurred. It was April 1st!
Another Sunday & these were quite usual occurrences, Harvey Buck would play the Bar piano – a few Beatles medleys enjoyed by all, except the few naughty reprobates, shall I name them , David Flynn & Neil Billig sent Roger on an errand to another bar and Billy Fish took the lid off Our fresh Orange juice dispenser and added 1 Ltr of vodka! The result that night resulted in yet another raucous evening including male striptease show…. Named and shamed…
Before we had these wonderful extended drinking hours that we have now a days, lock ins were legendary! One night we had a staff and regulars only xmas party which went on to the small hours, the doors were locked to stop drinkers escaping….then a phone call on the land line….. before mobiles…. the bobbies were outside…. so the whole crowd were dispensed to all parts of the building including our living accommodation ( to my children’s amusement) to the back patio, the roof on top of the domestic kitchen and so on, every area of the pub except the bar was inhabited. I even found someone hiding the coat cupboard in my fur coat… I’m pretty sure I will get some comments here from those involved. Such wonderful memories and these occasions were not hurting any one, we would never let anyone drive home, our taxi account was colossal but it was worth it.
Liquid Tales 