I was driving past The Clyde once, sober on my part, and a p*sshead came staggering out of the Clyde and tried booting my car for no reason. He missed. I laughed at the berk, stopped 50 metres up the road, and he came charging at the car again but missed as I drove off. Childish, but I did...
For 6 years we lived in Sussex Square/Rock Street, and could literally look out of our window at The Rock Inn and a rough pub (now renamed Busby&Wilds). We never went in those pubs, not once. Instead, we always headed into more central pubs and clubs, loving city centre nightlife at that time.