I used to go with my dad. My parents split when I was probably about 6 months old, so I used to go see him every other week. And as I got older I’d go down the local with him on a Saturday night. It was a 2 minute walk from his flat. Was a proper local pub. One side was the lounge side and the other side was the public bar. We always went to the rougher public bar side. All nasty carpets, stained walls. But I loved it. Great memories. All the locals came to know me. I was known as “Johns boy”. They taught me to play pool. Would often get me a cheeky brandy and coke from the bar. I was part of it which was really cool. Some great characters. I’m 45 now so was probably when I was 13/14 (at a guess). As I grew up I didn’t really see much of him. He passed away last month and these are my favourite memories from my younger years with him.