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A Life In The Pub Part 1: Not Yet In The Pub

Ballyclare, Northern Ireland in the 1990s was not the best place in the world to fall in love with good beer. Not that there weren’t any pubs. There were, and more than there are now. Around the Square alone there were six. However, for me there were a number of problems with the ones we had.

Firstly, it was very, very difficult for me to get served. I was young for my year at school and so I was under 18 until a month before I left and went to university. This was due to a diabolical masterplan my mother had concocted to give her the option of holding me back a year to resit the 11-plus if I failed it first time round. Fortunately I passed and went to the nice state grammar school with the nice teachers and the annual Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, so the real world was held at bay for another seven years.

As a result, I was the youngest of my friends, but this problem was compounded as I also looked young for my age. Clive Anderson once said something like, “I looked 14 until my mid-20s, at which point I started to look 40.” I had a very similar experience, so the big hairy full-time carpenter/part-time bouncer on the door of The Grange Bar wasn’t in any way convinced.

Secondly, most of the pubs were a bit rough. I was young, fat, sheltered, middle class and, to be completely honest, simply too scared to try my luck at getting served in most of them. Largely this terror was instilled without ever having been in them, such was their reputation. They had a symbiotic relationship with folk selling duty-free cigarettes, the bookies, the flute bands and occasionally the local paramilitaries (the last two groups not necessarily being entirely mutually exclusive).

But, peeking through the glass of the six around the Square (metaphorically, as largely this wasn’t possible or would have at best been frowned upon) this was how it seemed:

  • The Comrades Club definitely looked like a rough pub from the outside. It was and remains one of those one-storey flat-roofed bunkers of a place, tied to the local Irish League football club and with grills over the windows.
  • The Farmer’s Inn (latterly Henry’s) was reportedly run by, erm, not sure how to put this… people who were neither farmers nor landscape gardeners but might well have an alternative use for fertiliser. That was the rumour in any event. It closed ages ago and may since have re-opened without a licence as a café.
  • I don’t think that The Red Hand Bar was ever actually run by the paramilitaries, but… let’s just say that it was not a name that encouraged multiculturalism and integrated drinking from all sections of society. It was bought up by a former boss of mine who owns the Grange, who knocked it down and rebuilt it in the 21st century as a genuinely good off-licence that now even sells a small selection of bottled ale.
  • The Square Bar was clearly for farmers: just beside the entrance to the livestock market, on summer weekdays it always seemed to have tractors and wrinkled, soil-encrusted men sitting smoking in flat caps and wellies outside. I can only assume it smelled of dried manure inside. The last time I was in Ballyclare it had been bought up by a local tee-total Christian businessman and closed down. The market’s gone now too, so maybe it was inevitable that the pub would die as well.
  • The Grange, as mentioned above, I couldn’t get through the door of. In retrospect, this was probably indicative of a responsible pub.
  • The Ballyboe, however, not only tolerated a bit of underage drinking, but was also a pretty good pub. It burned down in suspicious circumstances in 2008 (pictured). I did some of my underage drinking in there and it was fine, and relatively safe, and the selection of beer was terrible.

And this is the real issue: when I got into the bloody places, there was bugger all worth drinking. In the 1980s and 1990s there was, to my knowledge, absolutely no real ale culture in Northern Ireland. To be more specific, there was no real ale and less culture (with the obvious exception of the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta).

I’ll pick this up again soon.

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  1. October 31, 2010 at 7:19 pm

    Very good Nick! I have even less experience of the Ballyclare bars. I seem to remember my Sunday School class being taken for lunch at Henry’s (I was unaware of those ‘rumours’ at that time but I’ve heard them since) and I had a couple of daytime drinks in the Ballyboe with my brother and dad not long before it burned down. Which were pleasant enough. Oh, and I went to the Grange maybe twice. Scary place. But all of my underage drinking was done outside Ballyclare – Sam’s in Templepatrick and The Wayside. Basically because those places didn’t scare the living shit out of me. The drawback was needing a lift to and from anywhere.

    Incidentally, I’ve heard that – somewhat ironically, given its reputation – the Red Hand Bar was owned by one of Ballyclare’s few Catholic businessmen. So there you go.

    • October 31, 2010 at 8:41 pm

      Ah, now that you mention it, I think I’ve heard that about the Red Hand too. Overcompensating for effect, maybe?

      I’m going to write a post about the Wayside at some point too, perhaps after I’ve been in at Christmas. Might see you there on Christmas Eve!

  2. November 8, 2010 at 5:18 pm

    For the record, Hilden have been going since 1981, but probably only had a handful of outlets in Belfast back then. Whitewater kicked off in 1996 but I saw their beer bottled years before I ever saw a tap of it.

    • November 8, 2010 at 6:09 pm

      Thanks! I’ve only been back in Northern Ireland for holidays and Christmas really for 12 years, so don’t really have a good knowledge on what you’ve been able to get in Belfast over the years.

      I’ve only had Hilden beers a few times – took a trip down to the brewery last Christmas and picked up some of the few they had left in stock after the Christmas rush. I literally hadn’t heard about them until 2 years ago. So far I’ve only had those bottles and the Scullions Plain Porter on cask in the JDW beer festival last week (a bit dull, sadly – not “your only man”). Have yet to see them on cask in NI myself , but my father tells me they have them in the John Hewitt.

      Whitewater I’ve had in bottles as well and only noticed them reasonably recently. Although the last time I went to the Crown they had quite a few on, which were nice.

      I really want to try more Hilden also Clanconnel this Christmas. You wouldn’t happen to know if there’s a good offy in or around Belfast that would save me schlepping across the province from brewery to brewery?

  1. December 14, 2010 at 10:15 pm

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