Ee, its starting to come back. Stockport Pace Eggers in the 70's. The first pub happened to be the meeting point for a fancy dress party so nobody batted an eyelid when we went in. A few pints later we were in the town centre where I found myself with my arm round a charming lady constable trying to invite her to the pub. This was before breathalysers of course.
Also In Altrincham where we decided we really had to inflict ourselves on the dreadful George and Dragon, the manager burst in in his tux to break up the fight then looked a bit sheepish when he realised.
Sadly, the Melbourne dragon was a victim of the bushfires.
Happy days!