Harringay, Haringey - So Good they Spelt it Twice!
Story from the Salisbury in 1950's / 60's
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My Father worked in the Salisbury in the late 50's early 60's, he did an evening shift after his daytime job with HMG - the Ministry of Supply. There was an off-licence attached in St Ann's Road where google earth shows a Turkish holiday shop, part of the garage would have been the bottle store. One Friday evening, I would be about 14, I went to see my Dad who `did' the Friday shift in the off- licence. The counter was against the wall, door to the street on the left, straight in front was the door to the bottle store. He took great pains to point out that I MUST NOT step on a wooden protusion in the floor behind the counter. He said. `If robbers come in I tread on that and they come through from the pub to help.' There was a couple of steps at the end of the counter up to a wooden door. A uniformed police sergeant came in accompanied by a constable, neither said anything but went and positioned themselves in the bottle store. I thought they must have been tipped off about a raid then, my Dad stepped on the alarm button. I'm thinking, `will they have guns and should I duck.' There was a knock on the door to the pub, my Dad climbed the steps and opened it - At that time all bar staff in the Salisbury wore white steward's jackets - A young be-jacketed man was stood there, he couldn't have opened the door himself, he was holding a tray with 2 pints of beer on it which he proceeded to take through to the bottle store, the 2 coppers looked quite relaxed in the little wooden shed...
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Permalink Reply by Peter on
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Lovely story, Charles.
I love the Salisbury (although I don't spend much time there), and everyone I take there loves it.
I was wondering what the clientele was like at the time you're recalling?
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Permalink Reply by 1pagn8uf7ki09 on
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General pub trade of the time, all and sundry. The manager of the Coliseum drank in there, probably had a pint when the film was on. He wore a DJ and bow tie. Me and a friend, Dave Jones, from Rutland Gardens went to see cowboy films, the manager came with a tub of ice cream for each of us. My Dad would come home with boxes of cigarette cards for me, a man who worked at a `ciggy' factory drank in the Salisbury. A barber also used the pub, he worked up Piccadilly way and was given cigars as a tip. My Dad didn't like cigars so I ended up with some things that took a couple of days to see off. I imagine some would have been pricey. There was a man who made cutaway models of railway steam engines, nothing fancy they just showed how things went up and down and backwards and forwards; I ended up with some of those. Lots would go in for a pint on a Saturday lunch while the `missus' was shopping; sometimes I took my Mum in for a drink, a small bar, like a snug bar with an entrance on St Ann's Road (I think). As I remember I'll post memories - as they say- if you don't use it, you lose it... Mr Fuller was the manager then, I think he did something wrong, as did the cellarman - Big Jim.
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Fuller fiddled and Big Jim found a way to gain entry to the Guinness casks then, I was told, H2O enters the story...
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