In the early evening we arrived at Euston. On the journey down the “boss man” told us we were staying in a small hotel that would require a couple of trips on the Tube to reach. He was not sure exactly of the route but expected we would find it easy enough when we got there.
As it happened, I had arranged to meet a former Glasgow office colleague of mine at Euston. Jimmy Higgins had got a promotion move to head office in London some months previously and I had phoned him the previous week to let him know I was coming down for the game .
Jimmy was not a fanatic but he was certainly a Celtic sympathiser and he liked a few beers so was keen to meet up. His local knowledge came in handy. I introduced him to my new found friends and gave him the address of the hotel. He quickly navigated us to our destination and after a quick registration and bag drop off, we were soon settling down in the pub almost across the road from the hotel.
Jimmy was glad to meet some fellow Glaswegians and Celts and the night flew by amidst chat and lager. In those days pubs in Scotland were closed on a Sunday so the feeling we were “beating the system” in some way made the night even more enjoyable. Soon though it was closing time – 10pm. We wanted the night to carry on a bit longer so managed to get a few bottles of beer to take back to our rooms in the hotel.
The Straw House made me laugh, I was once offered an upright hoover before a match for a £5er which the guy brought out of a long trench coat like it was contraband….good deal you may think….but I was 16 years old and not really in the market for a vacuum cleaner. 🙂
Some brilliant memories there, Mike. Thanks for sharing.
Hail Hail.