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This goes back a long time, to the time me and my dad went for pints, 40+ years ago.

One of the places we went was by Stockbridge (St Vincent, St Stephen ???? Maybe the St Vincent pub by St Stephens Church lol).

There was an older woman drank alone in there and other places which was quite unusual - women drinking on their own in pubs that is. She was a bit scruffy and mouthy.

We had the misfortune to be sitting next to her one night. When she went to go to the toilet she, as normal, announced to everyone she WAS GOING FOR A PISH AND DONT ANYONE TOUCH MY DRINK. She placed a grubby old beer mat that had been in her stinking handbag for years over her pint.

Of course nobody had touched her pint but that didn't stop her screaming at everyone on her return, me getting the brunt of it as I was closest.

Time went by and after another beer it was time for ANOTHER PISH. She mumbled under her breath at me scooped her false eye out, popped in her beer and off she went!

Wouldn't touch it now, would you? she growled on her return, downed the last of her pint, rolled the eye into her hand and replaced it into the gaping socket.

We made sure we didn't sit close to her after that!
 
Jack said:
This goes back a long time, to the time me and my dad went for pints, 40+ years ago.

One of the places we went was by Stockbridge (St Vincent, St Stephen ???? Maybe the St Vincent pub by St Stephens Church lol).

There was an older woman drank alone in there and other places which was quite unusual - women drinking on their own in pubs that is. She was a bit scruffy and mouthy.

We had the misfortune to be sitting next to her one night. When she went to go to the toilet she, as normal, announced to everyone she WAS GOING FOR A PISH AND DONT ANYONE TOUCH MY DRINK. She placed a grubby old beer mat that had been in her stinking handbag for years over her pint.

Of course nobody had touched her pint but that didn't stop her screaming at everyone on her return, me getting the brunt of it as I was closest.

Time went by and after another beer it was time for ANOTHER PISH. She mumbled under her breath at me scooped her false eye out, popped in her beer and off she went!

Wouldn't touch it now, would you? she growled on her return, downed the last of her pint, rolled the eye into her hand and replaced it into the gaping socket.

We made sure we didn't sit close to her after that!
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How many pints before she'd get it?
 
Westside Green said:
I was wondering what sad thing happened?
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Sorry I didn't get back on this thread sooner. He used to nip in the Bottom Shop and the bar staff knew him and gave him the odd shandy now and again. I heard we went for a pint somewhere in town, got blitzed and died. Heard this from a mate that drinks in the boozer about 8 years ago.
 
Hibee Kev said:
Anyone mind this boy around Leith a good few years ago?

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Think he’s long since retired to the great saloon in the sky! ☹️
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remember him well actually he used to come for respite at a place I worked. He had learning disabilities. was quite fond of the woman
 
SuperTortolano said:
Sorry I didn't get back on this thread sooner. He used to nip in the Bottom Shop and the bar staff knew him and gave him the odd shandy now and again. I heard we went for a pint somewhere in town, got blitzed and died. Heard this from a mate that drinks in the boozer about 8 years ago.
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That's sad. Must be about 40 years since I saw him.
 
Having been brought up just between Craigentinny and Sleigh Drive i was often given a story or two by 'Derek the polo man' who gained the name as he always gave folk polo sweeties upon meeting. He was a gentle soul who would often tell us kids that he was a big fan of the Kinks and such like back in the day and would often whistle his favourite tunes. He would often repeat to us that he was in a band himself who were called 'The Moonrakers'. Derek often told us the same story of how he was badly beaten to the point of needing brain surgery of which he showed us the scar on his head' which sadly also stole his ability to ever play bass again . Looking back now as health professional i can see that Derek most likely suffered with terrible PTSD from the attack and the chance of musically emulating his heroes in the Kinks and the Beatles. By all accounts the band were great

Edinburgh Groups in the 1960s - 'Moonrakers' on the roof
 
ReeYees said:
Having been brought up just between Craigentinny and Sleigh Drive i was often given a story or two by 'Derek the polo man' who gained the name as he always gave folk polo sweeties upon meeting. He was a gentle soul who would often tell us kids that he was a big fan of the Kinks and such like back in the day and would often whistle his favourite tunes. He would often repeat to us that he was in a band himself who were called 'The Moonrakers'. Derek often told us the same story of how he was badly beaten to the point of needing brain surgery of which he showed us the scar on his head' which sadly also stole his ability to ever play bass again . Looking back now as health professional i can see that Derek most likely suffered with terrible PTSD from the attack and the chance of musically emulating his heroes in the Kinks and the Beatles. By all accounts the band were great

Edinburgh Groups in the 1960s - 'Moonrakers' on the roof
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Brought up in craigentinny tae mate, mind Derek the polo man, and exact same story you've just shared! Small world ?
 
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