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The Banshee
1986

The Banshee Oxford Rd. Happy nights spent in here, start off in the Salisbury, if its packed stand outside and chat to the Irish lads congregating under the arches. Usually get them a drink in because the landlady wouldn't serve them and we felt sorry for them. When they got their beer they would always whip a jar of honey out of their pocket and pour it in. Quick pint upstairs in the Banshee and then downstairs to mingle. Snakebite, pool, crap food, good music, more women than men in the toilets..... left there one night and don't remember anything after taking my first step up the stairs. Woke up in an ambulance en route to MRI after headbutting Oxford Rd. Spent 3 hrs in a and e locked in with some right physchos before 3 stitches in my forehead and a needle in my arse.