We recently put out a request for any photos of the Oddfellows pub of which there seemed a shortage. We are delighted to say we have received three pictures off Paul which we have posted below. They bring back some great memories for me. Hope you enjoy them,too !
1960s
Another Ladies day trip again from the 1960's
A view from the 1980s
Thank you, Paul :)
One of the first pubs in Hyde to close it's doors, sadly it's happening all the time now.
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Brilliant photos.
ReplyDeleteThe first I've seen since it was closed down.
Thanks Paul :)
In 1963 when I was 15 used to drink in The Oddies.{ cherry b's if you like}
ReplyDeleteThe landlord was called Hilton and his son John played table tennis for Ensland.
Should read England! had a blonde moment!!
ReplyDeleteMy auntie madge and uncle joe Hilton lived in the Oddfellows in the 60,s it would be good if someone could put some names to the faces.
ReplyDeleteIs that the same Madge that ran the Bay Horse in Newton? Lovely lady :)
ReplyDeleteAs living down Brook St, I adopted 'The Oddies' as my local in the early eighties.
ReplyDeleteThe landlord's name is on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't get it.
It was a great back-street pub, no idiots, just local regulars.
I always remember the pool table at one corner was very close to the wall, so they had a special 18" long cue you had to use when in that corner.
It became an Islamic madrasah (school).
I was walking past it a few months back at about 5am on my way to work, and the lights were on and there was a lot of voices inside like a lesson was taking place.
For that noisy moment, I just pretended it was still a pub, and it was just some locals just having a bit of AT. :) :(
The chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.
ReplyDeleteThe chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.
ReplyDeleteThe chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.
ReplyDeleteThe chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.
ReplyDeleteThis pub was a den of AT....After time. Ray Millward at the Helm. 1am lights go out. Voice in dark 'Copper on Chartist Garage.' That was it for that night. Slope of via back door and ginnel onto Frank Street.
ReplyDeleteWe lived at 46 Riddling Lane opposite the Oddies pub my sister was born in the house
ReplyDeleteMy Dad was Robert Hunter and my mum is Hilda Hunter, I am Beryl my older brother is Robert after my Dad and my sister (born in the house) is Joyce. I am talking about 1952 when my sister was born. My Mum is 92 in November 2015.
I remember before my sister was born when they used to sneak out of the house when they thought me and my brother were asleep. One summer night we managed to get out we were riding up and down the lane on a three wheeled bike me pedaling and my brother standing on the back, we were both in our night wear. Mum and Dad came running after us to get us inside (it was great fun) till they got us in, then it was slapped legs all round and back to bed.
My dad was Ray Millward who ran the pub between 1983 and 1989....great times x Jeannette xx
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