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definitely closed. Horrible story, I used to work there :( Landlord of the last 10 years left to have a family (don't blame him, pub life is tough!), next 2 were disasters. Last guy may have said some untruths about some locals and was ran outta town. I can't wait for it to be knocked down so that we don't get reminded of what once was!
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Closed when I walked past a few Saturday afternoons ago.
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Not sure what's happening here. Only one beer was on at weekend, Greene King, with at least three taps off. Very quiet and somewhat worrying as I used to like this place. The jukebox was only playing out of one very tinny speaker and the fruit machines didn't work.
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If you're old like me -and you like a backstreet loud music Studey pub, you'll love this one -(if you're too old-its totally changed since I got barred for life in 1981 ( when it did look like someones front room)
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Lovely boozer. Looks rough but is anything but. very tasty barmaid currently on offer too. Always a couple of ales on, and a cheap doubles bar for those in search of oblivion. Another Leeds pub that reliably shows rugby league - with students about these days can get tricky. Look out for the toilet smell.
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great pub. very friendly. 'interesting' locals and student mix. can we have the old jukebox back please?
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mix of students and some dodgy locals. Good range of beers and cheap food.
anonymous - 15 Jan 2006 16:36 |
Was run by an ignorant git in the mid 1990s but under new management now.
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1 October 1973 was a chilly day and an even colder night, but the Brickies radiated warmth as we student freshmen picked our way towards it through a field of halfbricks from recently-demolished (and probably quite serviceable) terraced housing. The nice thing was that this was a local for locals (or at least for people who had been local until the bulldozers came and they had to move to high-rises in the suburbs). We students were a minority and would never have committed the faux pas of asking for a lager. In them days it were John Smith's mild at 17p and Magnet bitter at 19p, followed later by wrapped-up chop-suey roll and chips (23p) from the K W Kong takeaway on Woodsley Road.
After some months' faithful attendance at the Brickies (with its rustic, outdoor, almost roofless gents and crackly 12" records on the gramophone), I went, out of curiosity, to seek out the saloon-bar. Instead I found a room of even greater austerity than the one I had been used to. We had been in the saloon all along.
The dour Mr Jim and (only slightly less dour) Mrs Mabel Bingham were our hosts in those days, with big, cardigan-ed Len and the vivacious Vera also behind the bar. Ask Jim how he was and he would reply, straight-faced and unsmiling: "champion" and not a word more.
The big treat was on Saturday-nights when a senior gentleman in mittens came to play the rather out-of-tune upright piano. Not only did the patrons enjoy his renditions from the old English singalong repertoire, but so did the fish on top of the piano, who whizzed excitedly around their tank as you or I might do if someone exploded a nuclear warhead under our sitting-room.
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Buzzing student pub....was gonna call it `groovy` but I think thatwas too 2004!
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