Little bit of Leeds Lore

Check out this lovely little bit of personal lore of Leeds i happened to stumble across.

The Berkeley Hotel used to stand in the grounds. Run by a Hungarian called Louis who was happy to keep the bar open illegally after the pubs shut. This meant that the customers of the Faversham (then the heart of the Leeds music scene-Sisters of Mercy etc) would decant to the Berkeley to mix with its permanent Social Services residents.

The kindly provision of a pool table meant that fights were guaranteed. In fact, I remember one night when the whole place was under seige by some expellees with bricks and bottles coming in through the windows.

I used to visit with my other half very early in our relationship. One night in the usual argument over "rules on the black" in a game of pool a drunken Scotsman (though I don't know why the nationality is important) pulled out a knife. With a flick of the wrists she deftly disarmed him. When I asked her where she'd learnt to do that she replied "Oh, you have to do that all the time when you're a teacher".

At which point I thought, that's the gal for me.

Thanks rikj

You can see the context here should you wish.

But The Image is irrelevant really.


PS. Having cycled back that way there is DEFIANTLY a pot-hole (in case you care).