" THURCROFT HOTEL "
To me this was the eighth colour of the Rainbow during the 1970's and 1980's. My first love of the Hotel was around 1970 when my mate Phil Westwood lived there. I have so many wonderful memories of those care free days. The old duke box, the beer smell and to this day beer smells in a pub takes my mind back to The Hotel all those footy games on the huge garden. The endless war games up stairs in the function room. I remember Phil's mum too, a lovely woman whose beans on toast were a specialty I would like to thank Phil and his family for making me so welcome and also to Cindy ( Alsatian dog ) for giving me a love bite to which I proudly wear the scar on my arm to this day.
Then fast forward to the start of my drinking days 1979 and 80's. Before the days of the internet, mobile phones, FB and Twitter, you just knew where to meet up with your mates...The Hotel 7 pm onwards. Sunday nights was like every pub in those days, it was buzzing. Sadly no longer, like thousands of pubs it's been bulldozed into the ground but, I wont let The Hotel be forgotten.
I dedicate this Cartoon to Phil's mum, Freda Westwood, a Star.
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