No. 40: The Old Dive, 12 Brythen Street, Liverpool.
The return of the profoundly pointless 50 Pubs Associated With Etc. feature, and where better to restart than The Old Dive on Brythen Street.
This hostelry is mentioned in an amusing anecdote in Hunter's Beatles biog, as recounted by then landlord Danny English.
Ver lads, it seems, used to frequent this place on a regular basis, due to its proximity to Mathew Street, which made it a handy spot to waste a few hours between lunchtime and evening engagements.
Being perennially skint (or possibly just a bunch of tight-wads), they would pull the old trick of ordering a single beer, and then using that as an excuse to sit in the warm for hours on end staring into space.
Eventually, said Mr English advised our heroes that it was high time they stood the barmaid a drink. Quoth Danny: "After a lot of discussion, they asked me what she was drinking. I said stout. They said how much was that. After more discussions, they produced 4 and a half d. each and bought her a Guinness."
The only illustration of the interior I've been able to find is the following rather wonderful pic from the pages of the Catholic Herald:
It dates from 1957, and shows the then Archbishop of Liverpool, accompanied by the Lord Mayor and Lady Mayoress, plus a bevy of nuns (that shurely can't be the collective term for nuns, can it? Isn't it a gaggle of nuns? Oh dear, I am talking to myself again), inside the Old Dive, getting bladdered.
I jest. No alcohol was imbibed by the group; rather they were there to pick up a collection - Liverpool's tallest column of pennies, no less, destined for a local hospice.
Sadly, this pub together with the whole surrounding area was levelled a few years later, and nothing now remains.
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