the catering box on the east terrace did coffee so hot it took the skin off the top of your mouth
I was introduced to the wonders of alcohol at the Goldstone. In 1974 I was 14 and started going to see The Albion with a mate of my dads. He sometimes had a spare season ticket seat for the West stand when his mate couldn't go - just behind the directors box - and so I would go along with him instead. At half time he would always buy a beer for himself and one for me "Don't tell your dad". I would sit in my seat sipping it very self consciously. The second half usually passed in a bit of a haze. I always wondered what happened to 'Uncle Gadd'. He was so kind......