Originally posted by @Sfcsim
My old house is in the centre of this photo just above the round road sign 
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Oh that’s sad! (well, not really). Used to walk past this pub every day on the way to school.
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Surely this is what most pubs were like in the 70’s. Still a local and something that is rare, for the community to get together these days. They all talk to each other in dark forums! 
Some of the other drinking holes. How many are still trading? Are they still under the same name? If not what is their name currently?
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This set of images has personal significance to me but hopefully they will be of some interest to others. They are programme pages from the first match I ever attended as a young boy.
I don’t actually remember anything about the match itself, so I’ve always been grateful that my dad wrote the names of the goal-scorers etc on to the programme. But even though I can’t recall the match, something happened on the way home that changed my life forever. A passer-by – perhaps a docker just finishing his shift – asked my dad the score. “WE won four nil, mate”, my dad replied.
I still vividly recall the impact that my dad’s use of the word “WE” had on me. WE – me, my dad, that passer-by and eleven blokes in red and white shirts – had won! I don’t think I ever felt closer to my dad than I did that day; the day I became a Saint.
Incidentally, I was going to end this series of images with the famous Football Pink 1976 Cup Final headline: “IT’S OURS”, but, very annoyingly, I seem to have lost my copy; so if anyone still has one I’d be very grateful to see that again.
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woah they used to publish programmes in 4D for real? How does that even work?
It got expensive, so the knocked it on the head!
Do you know what year that’s from? I remeber the Mason’s Arms opening on St Mary Street in the late 70s, but it may have been more of a re-opening if it had been closed for some time. Cerainly, it hadn’t been a pub for quite some time at that point. Nor is it now.
Elsewhere, I can vouch for the continued existence of the White Horse in Droxford, the Whitle Lion in Soberton, the Flowerpots at Cheriton, The Tudor Rose in Romsey and the Ship at Owslebury. I can also vouch for the non-existence of the Longmead in Bishopstoke, which was a regular watering-hole of mine many years ago. And the Crown and Sceptre is now something like the Dungeon I think. Way back in the 1970s it had a landlord called Sneery Norman, a miserable sod who called eveybody ‘son’ regardless of their age. It was a pretty crap pub to be honest, but just happened to be the closest pub to where some friends of mine lived on Blackberry Terrace.
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My god, it is. That road leads round to Waterloo Road, then Bridgewater Court… Only where I used to live!
