The Queen’s Arms

The Queen’s Arms, 24 Great Knollys Street, Reading, RG1 7HL.

Queen's Arms
Google Maps fuzzed out this fella’s face, not us. We’re not suggesting that this man is some sort of criminal. Although, he almost certainly is.

We’ve got traditional pubs, hipster pubs, Irish pubs… But Reading doesn’t really have a scary geezer’s pub, does it? The sort of place where everyone stares at you when you walk in. And then maybe beats seven shades of shit out of you. Well, maybe we do. You just don’t go to it. Or maybe even know about it. It’s called The Queen’s Arms and it’s on Great Knollys Street. Look, it’s not exactly the Wild West. We’ve been in two or three times and we’re still alive. But there’s a distinct feeling in this – Technically – Greene King boozer that you might get your fucking head kicked in. And we’re all for it.

Drink Selection: No ale, no real choice. You get what you’re given. That said, they have Guinness Dublin Porter in there and it’s bloody lovely, it is.

Location: An industrial estate not all that far from the train station. Next to the cattle market. Near the bus depot.

Queen's Arms
Less than a second after this picture was taken, the photographer was ripped limb from limb.

Atmosphere: Like the faces of the punters in The Queens’ Arms, you can cut the atmosphere with a knife. Not really, it’s fine. If you’re careful. Just don’t stare at anyone’s pint or spill their wife and you’ll be alright.

Beer Garden/Smoking Area: A collection of old benches out front affords the smokers wonderful views of Great Knollys Street. We went a while back when there was a traveller camp set up opposite. A pissed Polish Nazi ran into the camp and starting banging on the caravan doors and screaming while we all stood on, watching. Terrified.

Toilets: Not too haunting considering countless people will have been killed in there over the years.

Queen's Arms
Less than a second after this photograph was taken, these three people were torn limb from limb.

Sports? No, thank Christ. We can only imagine the number of Chelsea fans that’d be in there if they had Sky or BT.

Price: We paid three quid for the Dublin Porter and you can’t say fairer than that.

Decor: Spit and sawdust. Though not literally. There are football club mirrors above the bar. Chelsea AND Leeds. Of the 92 league teams, Millwall aside, they’ve seemingly intentionally chosen the two most horrid clubs. It’s a clue.

Queen's Arms
This friendly local offered to assist us with our review, shortly before ripping us limb from limb and then dying in Malta in 1999.

Pub Games: There’s a pool table, if you’re brave enough to stick a pound coin on it. Regular ad hoc bare-knuckle fighting events are also staged.

Food: Knuckle sandwiches are available on order.

Events: Regular punk nights, Rn’B and other music line-ups get an outing in the surprisingly impressive back room which is actually pretty great for shady gigs. We saw an old ’80s Oi! punk band called Hard Skin play there. That was the night of the Polish Nazi fella. He stormed the stage, bit the bassist’s leg, swung for someone, had to be pinned to the floor by the lead singer’s guitar and tried to stab a woman before being arrested.

*thumbs up*

Queen's Arms
A popular three-piece beat combo drop by to strum out a few catchy tunes to foot-tapping locals.

Seating: Less blood stains and bullet holes than you might imagine.

Punterwatch: A heady mixture of the too-pissed, the pissed and the about-to-be pissed. Occasionally diluted/made worse by gig-goers, depending on the band playing.

Queen's Arms
Less than a second after this photograph was taken, this musician, etc., etc.

Word on the street is, this place is due for the scrapheap, so you might not have long to pop in for a pint and chance your arm, survival-wise. So get down there, have a few, glass someone and pass on the word. There’s nothing wrong with Shit Pubs. Stop being such a tart.

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