Interiors already half stripped mate, been UE`d and fully documented! Been well wrecked inside by the kids and copper robbers!! Should have been down ages ago but cellars were flooded and found aspestos inside, scaffolding is up first, then stripped out and then knocked down! Watch this space for interiour pics!
and thus the destruction of the north end's iconic figure has begun. i'm guessing some will miss the place whilst other will applause its death. but i had no idea the interiors was in such a state of disrepair. especially with the flooded basement (mind you maybe that why there's was a puddle nearby the celler access hatch every time i went past it)but Asbestos? how bad can it get.
i'm guessing some will miss the place whilst other will applause its death.
It's worth keeping a record of, as it has always been a landmark of the north end, plus it is the last remaining part of Ilchester Square. The actual building is absolutely solid, as there is a lot of reinforced concrete used in the construction. I look foreward to seeing the interior.
The film 'Awaydays' is out on Friday which includes scenes filmed inside the Blood Tub.
at least it's preserved forever in memories, films and photo's. if someone mentioned "north end" then the blood tub comes up instantly. it is indeed a special place. but sadly once again our useless and pathetic council want shut of it. erasing our heritage and slapping some fancy expensive apartments bang on top of it. it's bad enough the town hall's bieng sold!
One last memory, before my personal Theatre of Dreams gets demolished.There was a new barmaid there one time.A very good looking , Dark haired,olive skinned lady from over Wallasey. She was about 40 years of age. She could handle all the banter from the lads on the other side of the bar, no problem. She had a majestic chest!!. We were leaning over the bar gawping at her one day,you know, like yer do, and my mate Ronnie Lawton (from Laird Street), said, sorta jokingly " I bet they,re not real".Without hesitation, and with a big smile on her face, she whipped open her blouse, and there they were: Two of the biggest bazookas that we 20 year old men-about-town had ever seen.We were gobsmacked. Our Heroine then buttoned up, and carried on serving ale.Great Memories of a great pub.They don,t build them like that any more.(Either pub, or Barmaid).
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