Thread: Soho 1990s Archer Street

Dave knows the script

Why ain’t you watching the rugby?

archers street was beltin

dave knows ablout the gaffs here

Originally Posted by DrWilly

Why ain’t you watching the rugby?

Cos rugby is shit


I'd rather imagine the 90s when I was on it.

I was drunk and got lured into a basement 'entertainment' venue by a scantily glad bimbo. The drinks were eye-wateringly expensive. At some stage I ran out of money. A couple of heavies frogged-marched me to an ATM. I payed the money. They left, I left. My one and only experience of Soho. Never went back.

Originally Posted by Munted

I was drunk and got lured into a basement 'entertainment' venue by a scantily glad bimbo. The drinks were eye-wateringly expensive. At some stage I ran out of money. A couple of heavies frogged-marched me to an ATM. I payed the money. They left, I left. My only one experience of Soho. Never went back.

This is what I'm talking!

We had a quiche on the table

And a big black bouncer who used to ask us every time

"you know what goes on in here man"

"Yeah, man. We're cool."

Originally Posted by hallelujah

We had a quiche on the table

You must have been a high roller. The place I visited I somewhat expected Arthur Daley to come rockin' down the stairs. I'm grasping for words but it was beyond sleazy.

Originally Posted by Munted

beyond sleazy.

My kind of place.

You remember the pirates outside "offering" to take you home?

I do not. I was living in a council flat at Kings Cross at the time. Offers were plentiful enough around that area. Many years later I visited a clip joint in Patpong. The Soho experience came flooding back, as I recollect, the barman was glowering, I made a quick exit. I do not expect to be revisiting the area ever again.

Originally Posted by Munted

I do not. I was living in a council flat at Kings Cross at the time. Offers were plentiful enough around that area. Many years later I visited a clip joint in Patpong. The Soho experience came flooding back, as I recollect, the barman was glowering, I made a quick exit. I do not expect to be revisiting the area ever again.

I'm talking about the pirate taxi drivers.

Now they'd be called Uber.

Remember sneaking down there as a teenager in 1999 on a birthday weekend in Landahn (not a lads' birthday weekend).

Got done with the ol' massive bill and we have you being shown the menu on CCTV so we're calling the police scam.

How much did you get stung for?

We never had it in Soho but one of my best pals - actually living in London now - got done for 400 Euros for 2 orange juices in Hamburg once when we were on it for his stag!!!

First time I was in this gaff I was shooting the breeze with what was clearly a brass and we were talking shite about summat or other.

She said to me "Do you mind if I smoke crack while we're talking?"



No, go ahead love. And so she did. Crack on.

An innocent boy like me from a small village in Lancashire was mesmerised.

Didn't get a shag, Cy.

Originally Posted by hallelujah

How much did you get stung for?

We never had it in Soho but one of my best pals - actually living in London now - got done for 400 Euros for 2 orange juices in Hamburg once when we were on it for his stag!!!

Not sure.

Think it was sitting with a water with a bird sitting next to me chatting while another was on stage for maybe 10 minutes and the bill was maybe 170 quid, forgot how much I paid in the end, maybe the 40 or 50 quid that was in my wallet, I remember the bouncer saying lucky this didn't happen down the road as I'd have been touched right up. The aggressive black manageress was a right screaming piece of work, screaming Call the police, call the police!

Possibly might have messed up me grandmother's family birthday trip.

A school mate ended up in Amsterdam around the same time and got done with the exact same scam.

Originally Posted by Edmond

Not sure.

Think it was sitting with a water with a bird sitting next to me chatting while another was on stage for maybe 10 minutes and the bill was maybe 170 quid, forgot how much I paid in the end, maybe the 40 or 50 quid that was in my wallet, I remember the bouncer saying lucky this didn't happen down the road as I'd have been touched right up. The aggressive black manageress was a right screaming piece of work, screaming Call the police, call the police!

A school mate ended up in Amsterdam around the same time and got done with the exact same scam.

You live and learn mate.

We once got the same scam tried on us in Frankfurt on the way to Munich in 98 when we drew 2-2 and they equalised in the last minute, but we were about 20 handed so that wasn't happening.

They asked us to leave the bar in the end so that was that.

There is an endless stream of you country bumpkins

This is why I reckon lolitas in Bangkok is pure class. Apart from your thongs sticking to the carpet.

( thongs are slippers)

Originally Posted by malmomike77

There is an endless stream of you country bumpkins

Never been done in my life cos I'm always on the ball and know the stunts the fuckers pull.

What was your excuse for getting roped in to supporting Arsenal?

Originally Posted by hallelujah

...one of my best pals - actually living in London now - got done for 400 Euros for 2 orange juices in Hamburg once when we were on it for his stag!!!

They are called champagne bars due to no matter what you drink you pay the champagne price.