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Looks like I stirred up a few memories. Thanks for the link,Cliff Ton.

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The Exchange wasn't a pub I walked past the Flying horse to get to very often.

Yeh, what was the issue with the Exchange? Was it rough or something? I know a mate of mine got filled in in the place after a footy game but that could have happened anywhere. I certainly went in the place occasionally but then I liked all the dodgy places, I still do.

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Only a personal opinion but it wasn't just the fact that it was a bit rough, I've been in much rougher, harder pubs and enjoyed a good time. I just thought it was a crap pub whilst there was a local landmark and in-place in the Flying Horse just a few doors away and lots of really busy, fashionable places nearby at the time such as the Dog and Bear, The Fountain, The QE and so on. The Exchange just wasn't on the radar of people of mine and my friends age at the time. To each their own and some will have loved it. I thought it was a bit of a boring dump - and with few girls in it apart from the obvious.

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In the Exchange the "ladies" used to frequent the back room which was down the alley on the right hand side of the picture. The Flying Horse had quite a few bars, the best one was the Goose fair bar.

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Nicked this painting from Facebook. I think it's lovely.

 

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On 16 December 2008 at 9:23 AM, Beefsteak said:

What about a bloke selling 'Steakwiches' near the stairs???

Hi the bloke selling the Steakwiches was a Spanish guy called Stefan and his wife Carman was a chef in the Friar Tuck restaurant, also their son (Jonnny) worked there too.

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On 2 January 2013 at 5:36 PM, Paulus said:

Interesting to note the 'Salad Bar' in the internal pics, long before 'Harvesters' became popular, obviously they stole the idea from Berni.........................

The Flying Horse...... Was a Schooner Inn

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Greetings All ! I have only just come across this site - and have been reading about memories of the Flying Horse - 'The Fly'. Virtually lived there every weekend in the 70's. Bought back loads of happy memories. I always drank with my mates in the upstairs bar. Can anyone remember the name of this bar? Maybe some of you will remember me - I always wore flared Levi's, cheesecloth shirt, desert boots (with fringes), and either a cord Levi jacket or my favourite Budgie jacket. I had long hair (long since gone) and occasionally, when it was cold, I wore a tank top.

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Flared levi's,,cheesecloth shirt,,Desert boots,,(with fringes) Budgie jacket,,long hair,, tank top ?         no never seen ya mate.............

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I think many blokes looked like that in the 70's. I did, but no way a tank top !

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Loved me flared Levi's though  ,,    Think i'd have slapped Wurrows........lol.............only joking           

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No Budgie jacket either, but Wrangler cord ones, a Levi denim, and a beautiful bottle green Levi suade, oh and a khaki  Levi suade, with a bottle green leather collar. 

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Very nice Fly.............think i'd have slapped you as well...............lol..................only joking...............

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I'll not mention my terracotta loon pants, white belt and........

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Remembe it well.  Friday nights in the mid 1970s off we went.  I wore my black flares, black velvet jacket with a diamante star and brooch, massive wedge shoes, sprayed the hair with lacquer and then shook glitter all over.  OH had his Cecil Gee rainbow shirt and his bell bottoms! - great memories.   My step dad was the night porter there back in the 1920s/1930s and he had some tales to tell about gambling etc.

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Apologies for a Nottingham post & picture :crazy:

 

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Loved the Flying Horse, my favourite pub in town.  Met my future husband in there too.  

 

During the IRA troubles the alarm would go off regularly and all we did was take our drinks and go and stand over the other side of the road, by the Council House, and wait for the all clear to go back inside and carry on socialising as if nothing had happened.  Great days. 

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