We all loved this long-gone pub - didn't we?

In these unprecedented times, with its nebulous future, all we can look forward to is the past. For right-thinking people this means reminiscing about pubs. Reminiscing is all we can do right now. It’s the new normal. Unprecedented.

So I was reading social media opinions about the best boozer in Sunderland past or present. I won’t mention any still nominally trading. Good luck to all businesses. Although I will profess bemusement at the appeal of bars designed solely for the delectation of those whose chief pleasure in life is swearing at sluggish racehorses on television.

But there’s no harm in discussing long-gone pubs. Several are still remembered fondly, despite their subsequent razing to the ground being too agreeable a fate.

One particular pub, remembered with bewildering lament, is The Old Twenty Nine, on High Street West, which closed forever in the 1980s.

This licensed excrescence could only aspire to a spit and sawdust floor. Instead it had a notorious carpet of broken glass. For some reason, glasses were rarely used twice in this establishment. Well not for drinking from anyway.

It showcased bands of varying quality, who could all be heard with perfect clarity from the bus station, in Jarrow.

Save for one barman who was constructed on the same lines as the Royal Albert Hall, I have little recollection of the staff.

What I do recall is a cavalier disregard for both the legal drinking age by its punters and the proximity of Gill Bridge Police Station. Hands up though, this was its only appeal to my social circle back then.

I could continue, but as this is a family newspaper other descriptions are best omitted. Especially of the gents.

Yet whenever the Old Twenty Nine is remembered, it’s usually with a wistful smile. Why? Just because something is no more doesn’t mean it was any good.

Ditto the Upper Deck at the foot of Astral House. Its principal attraction was to yahoos whose recreation was tipping lager upon the heads of innocent shoppers below on a Saturday afternoon.

Good riddance to both. Agreed?

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