as far as i know it went under due to money problems. the kings is also being/has been sold off by john (who owns the kings, nelsons and the farqui (in pimperne) due to the manager costing him Â£20k in an employment tribunal for sacking one of the bar maids.
nelsons is fine though - as far as i am aware (thank god, only decent place to get a pint in blandford)
bugger, i was never one for the long walk to other pubs unless it really had to be done. all that fresh air and random stumbling sobers you up a right treat.
plus i was never a fan of the railway after the evil **** behind the bar said i was too pissed to order 2 pints and a coke. the coke was for me as i was duty clutch that night and hadnt had a drop. what school of bartending did she go to? hope she chokes.
WALES!! WALES!?? how dare you! it's not that bad! anyone with an ounce of sense would go to poole/bournemouth on the lash anyways, cheaper beer, more skirt and you're less likely to get 'attacked' by the local 'hardmen' (read 18-19 year olds who think they're the hardest things around - most of which i went to school with )
The beer was shit, and they never turned the heating on. My only good memory of that pub was watching us smash the Aussies in the rugby World Cup final a few years back at 0815hrs on a Saturday morning, and they even provided sausage sarnies.
Nelsons all the way, quiz night Tuesday and live music on a Thursday... then off to The Railway to sample the guest ales and annoy Nigel by playing Metallica all night on his jukebox.
The owner has always been a bit of a big timer. Seems like he might have over stretched himself?
As a slight aside, his brother, Chris, was responsible for the best punch that I have ever seen thrown. In the Kings, he was arguing with his bird, and she goaded him into hitting her. He told her that he didn't hit women, turned round and smacked this fella stood at the bar minding his own business and knocked him halfway to Dorchester. Great punch.
chuffs tiff gspot, chuffs tiffs gspot, chuffs tiffs gspot. A glorious 3 years, never made Bournemouth/Poole once.
Mid nineties the 'Spot' was spot on, people came from miles around not just the local bail hostel.
Did anyone sup a pint in the Half Moon? It was like boozing in your grannys front room.
As an aside. from the early 90's. I remember the kebab shop (ottomans?) used to have bank notes from all over the globe pinned up behind the counter that guys from 30 sigs had dropped in upon return from their travels. I fired in some saudi riyals. Is it, and the notes still there? Just curious. Smashing kebabs too.