There are a few other links with stories about this pub, this made me laugh.Wonderful stuff. You don't get this down spoons.
"The monkey was raffled off in the '80s. My grandad brought it home as a present for me and my brother, it was called Tommy.
"My mum got rid of it cos it smelled but I’ve still got the pics somewhere. My gramps was a regular in there from the '50s through until it was burned down in the late '90s. I collected him from there many a time and it was never like it’s being pictured here. As a young female, I was always safe and treated with respect by the men in there"