this use to be the triangle club, which was a snooker club and now its the flying man. entrance is situated between the co-op and off licence, its a door way and hugh set of stairs. its not the going up! its the coming back down!
ok they've done wonders to the place like adding lighting and furniture and wall paper, including a none stick carpet and 2 big TV screens, for sports! but somehow lacking in charactor and localness?
as when it was the triangle club, it was a small dark hole of a place! a local pub for local people. the landlady was and still is the scariest landlady i've ever known! but once you got to know her she was a pussy cat? (with steel claws!)
and you NEVER forget her birthday!
even if you have no reason to know it was her birthday, miss it and you are branded for life! or labelled twit with an a? get my drift,
my man is twits mate, and he only got the better nick name due to him having the hindsight to grovel and buy her a birthday drink! and twit bless him has scared his two sons, as they are sons of twit and so on, but i get to be called sue, as i remembered the year later and brought her some edible underwear!
there is also a very funny story of when G-strings where all the rage, and she wore hers back to front! ouch!!
her yorkshire chillie will be missed by all! basicly it was mince and gravy, as she really hated anything spicey!
when it was the triangle club, you got to go in, enjoy the landlady berating some1 and pray it wasn't your turn, got a decent pint always! and a good game of pool! even though i'm the worst player ever!
it was the kinda bar where everybody know's your name, your business and your connections, childhood illnesses etc.
now its just like any other pub, nice for a drink, but lacking in that personal touch, and the complaint from twit is they don't do a decent pint! read more