We decided upon the Cuckoo,top of Moss Lane,grew our "sidies"saved our pocket money for a fortnight:got hold of some fake car keys,and strolled in ostentatiously slamming the car keys on the bar and asking,in a very deep voice,for 2 pints of brown mixed,please.Had no idea what we were buying but it was fun - atleast,everyone else in the pub seemed to think it was funny!
The Cuckoo became a bit of a fixture for me,my dad,uncle jack,and our kid some years later.The place was safe as long as you were recognised by the regulars,landlord(Pat) and,especially,his alsatian!
It was a pub full of lookalikes = Don Revie,Herbert Lom,Sam Kydd drank there regularly and the resident turn,George,was an Errol Flynn ringer(so he reckoned!)
George played a piano accordian and sang, Tuesdays and Fridays - I can still picture the legendary poster,in the pub window stating,"Every Tuesday and Friday night,George and his Organ!" - perhaps,it was Errol Flynn after all!?