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Picture source: Annette Brix Bergen

The Falstaff was situated at 270 High Street. This pub was present by 1783 when it was called The Sir John Falstaff. It was rebuilt c1860 and closed c1998.  The pub was approached by a coaching entrance on the High Street. It is now let out as holiday accommodation by airbnb.

I remember this pub well, particularly the night of 6th Jan 1993, when I would have been about 20. It was one of my regular haunts, along with the Lincoln Cornhill Vaults. Someone in our circle of friends thought it would be a grand idea to host an evening of music at the Falstaff, featuring all the various bands that we were then playing with. We hired out the back room, and charged 50p a ticket to come in and watch a collection of 5 or 6 of the worst bands ever conceived. It was a truly spectacular evening of chaos and poorly rehearsed musical numbers, made all the more memorable by the fact that, aside from the bands, and their partners, not one person turned up to hear the gig. Basically, we hired out the back room of a pub, got drunk, and jammed till closing. I have an audio tape of some of the gig, and it hasn’t got any better with age.

Matt (August 2016)

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Name	Dates	Comments
Annette Brix Bergen	1970	I’m trying to find relatives, Kaj and Linda Mathiesen, who owned this pub about 40 years ago. Kaj Mathiesen is (was) Danish as I am. His mother took care of me when I was a little girl. If anyone have some information I would like to know.
Peter Church	1973-1978	In the early 1970's this pub probably had the best jukebox and table football machine in Lincoln in the back bar. I can remember crowds of people 3 or 4 deep around the table football machine on many an evening while we listened to Hendrix / Steppenwolf / Free / etc at volume 112 through a blue haze of cigarette smoke! Happy days indeed.

Other Photos
Ken & Muriel Eastmead, publicans in the 1940s	Picture source: Stephen Eastmead