New Years Eve. Tripping on magic mushrooms. Surrounded by skinheads. Getting the fear. Really getting the fear. Crofty said, "let's escape!" I ran to the gents! the window was too small to climb out of! What was I going to do!! Oh, yeah, we could walk out the door ;P

Actually i witnessed one of the wierdest things I've ever seen in a chorley pub last night. I was in the swan with no neck, sitting next to the fire when a man arrived with a loaf of bread and a beefburger. Using the shovel as a frying pan he proceeded to cook the burger on the fire. I assumed he was the landlord or a friend of the landlord, but no he'd just wandered in.

It would have been probably 1995/6 when i started going into to Chorley and back then the swan was the start and end of the beer circuit. Early doors was happy hour, £1 a pint for carling and stones bitter. Now, of course being young and stupid everyone drank copius amounts of the stuff however me and a few friends had a cheese rating scale for the carling as some weeks it smelled of mild cheddar, other times of stilton.

However my favorite past time at the swan was about 10:45, grab a shite beer, get the roughest burger you have ever eaten from the burger van at the bottom and get ringside for a guaranteed fight, be it girls, boys, girls and boys or a battle royal, sometimes people would fight just for the space on the wall to watch the impending trouble.

Oh happy days

What the fuck was it with the Game Bird on a Sunday night? a quiet out of town bar which became the place to be and attracted footballing stars of Ryan Giggs, Lee Sharpe, John Barnes and other posers from a far and wide in their flash cars, I just wish they all fuck off back to where they came from, this is CHORLEY.

When I lived in Chorley Harry's Bar would be the place to meet up with the lads at around 6.30pm on a Saturday to enjoy the infamous 2 for 1 offer that ran from 7pm until 9pm. Caffrey's and Guiness was the choice, 1 pound eighty pence for two pints of beer during prime time drinking on a Saturday night is something not to be sniffed at.

This was a great night out, my friends and I would get in early to secure a table and come 9pm we would all have a beer in our hand and 2 pints sitting on the table. The staff at Harry's where great they knew the regulars and often the 2 for 1 offer would be allowed at 6.30pm.

Come 9.45 myself and my friends would unleash ourselves on the unsuspecting other Saturday nighters fueled on 10 pints of Caffreys and head up to the George.

Saturday nights became a great place in Harrys, the bar provided a venue for local talented DJ's and the regulars organised coach trips leaving Harrys around 9pm to go to Cream nightclub in Liverpool.

Of course the appetite for drink was fueled by other means which the local bobbies took offence too which nearly closed down Harrys, with the assistance of camera's and a lot of posters warning the customers of the evil of drugs managed to keep the place open, however we still tried our best to piss off the local bobbies