The Cobblers Thumb, Brighton

Well, that's it then...thanks for the memories - good, bad and those I can't remember. Although we left for Oz in early 2006, as landlords for a good couple of years, Nicci and I have fond memories of the old girl. We were blessed with some great locals - some of whom were with us from Day 1 and some who came along, liked what we were doing and stayed. Yes, sometimes the music was too loud and sometimes we drank too much, but it kinda worked. I only hope everyone now realises why Zel never bothered with fixing the loo's. But don't get me started on that. We did the best we could with little to no help. Special thanks to all the staff - Suzy, Beth, Rosie, Ben - you know who you are - and in particular Paul. Thanks also to Scorch. The Digital Jukebox, Keith, was the final ingredient in our proper pub, along with Real Ale, ashtrays, lock ins and no daft food menu or coffee machine.
The Leicester folk that popped in to see us from around the world, the Aussie visitors, the fantastic Brighton fans who contributed so much, the muso's from The Damned, Dr Feelgood, Dexy's etc along with Brighton's finest who would mingle comfortably with all you locals is fine testament.
Yes there were some tvvats - but aren't there always? But the biggest ones are the people who engineered the destruction of this local coupled with the local 'businessmen' who were in bed with them all the way. The only word I can think of to describe them would no doubt be edited here.
To those on here who didn't like the place, I offer no apology. You just can't please all the people all the time. I hope you found somewhere you liked - although I suspect you're probably spoilt for choice these days.
To the rest - thank you again for your presence, spirit, friendship, pints and most of all, your patronage....some special times were had. The building has gone - the memories will live forever. Farewell The Cobblers Thumb.

31 Aug 2013 11:23