I had my Stag Night in the Brunel Rooms- the night before my wedding
On leave from the Army and the Friday night was the earliest all my mates could make it to Swindon to try and lead me astray.
The photo's of me outside the church before the weeding include some very bloodshot eyes......
I mis-spent a lot of my youth in the Brunel rooms in the mid 70s, drinking snakebite, Arkells keg, and rum&pep. It had brown carpeted walls and mirrors, plus a revolving bar which was slightly jerky. They had a grab a granny night on Thursdays which was legendary, and let the hippy scruffs in on Tuesday nights. Guaranteed fighting outside, and at the burger van in the car park after, where the cars were rocking.
I got beaten up for being pakistani one night. I guess any reason is a good one, but I recall lying on the ground being kicked with the DMs, shouting that I wasn't pakistani. That sort of thing was routine though. By the early 80s the feral estate youth had taken over the 'Old Town' and the street of market town pubs there became a War Zone of flying glass and vomit on a weekend night.
I left in 76 for London and that was a good move. Peckham was peaceful in comparison.