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The Queen's Head, page 2

As the Queen’s Head was on a main road it used to be a good stopping off point for some who had biked from Newmarket to have a pint. Quite often some of the racing people from Newmarket would love to call in for an evening to have a game of cards and a friendly chat and a drink or two with whoever was in there.

George Bixby had a small caravan down the bottom of his meadow, and when there was racing at Newmarket some of the on-course bookmakers, who always carried their money bags with them, would get a lift to the Queen’s Head, take their bags to the caravan where Jack Orris senior would be waiting to look after them. They kept Jack topped up with beer which meant everybody was happy.

Sadly George Bixby died and the licence was passed on to his widow who ran it until she had to give up.

Next came Doug Storton. When he took over the old pub stepped up a gear or two. We had dances in the barn. Some cooked meals were served.

Doug, together with wife Shirley, used to have Country and Western singers perform there. One in particular was Wendy Travers. None of this ear-splitting can’t talk – just good singing of songs you knew the words  and could sing with it.

My favourite beer then was Worthington E – very moreish!  I remember biking home and thought I will stop and have a pint. Doug Storton came to the counter, pulled the pump handles and filled the glass. “Bit pale - this one” I said. “Oh it must be a new barrel”. “Doesn’t smell all that” I said. “Shirley” said Doug S. “What’s wrong with the E?” “Sorry” she said “I have cleaned the pipes and I didn’t get a chance to finish that one”.

On another time I visited it was my birthday. “You’ll have to have a drink with me. Have a whiskey”, says Doug Storton. “Not my usual, but thank you very much,” I say. Up goes the glass to the optic. “That’s from me, this one’s from Shirley, this one’s from Shirley’s mum”, says Doug Storton. I think he had 3 children. They were included in the toast to me. Thank God he never had any grandchildren - I think he would have emptied the bottle. How I got home that night I don’t know, but that was the kind of man Doug Storton was.

Lastly the dart board  - this was one game which all pubs had. Apart from 301- or 501, a very popular game was Shanghi. This you played with as many players as you liked. The idea was from 1 to 7. You had 3 darts to try and get a single, double, and treble starting a 1 then 2 etc. When you got to 7 you aimed for 25 or bull (50). This one particular time my luch was in with my darts and I got a very high score, winning about 15/-. This score was so good that we wrote the score in chalk on the beam over the dart board. From then on anybody that played Shanghi would put 6d in a jar behind the bar and whoever beat it collected the cash. Noone ever did. I think the cash went to charity, but which one we never did find out.

Then Doug and Shirley moved out and it was as if the crowd moved out with him…

The Queen’s Head remained a public house until about 4 years’ ago when it was sold off as a private house – the end of an era.

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