My dad had a pint mug which he told me , as a kid, he had put on top of his car and driven home forgetting it was there.
The Trumpet used to be my local , and my mate Barbara lived there as her dad was a landlord/manager or whatever he was. Remember they had a hatch on the floor behind the bar which staff went down ladders to the (now) restaurant part below, Used to sh1t myself going down them, but daren't show how scared I was.
My first drink was in The Trumpet. Asked what I wanted at the bar , and not knowing any drinks, looked at the shelf behind and asked for a Pale Ale. Bloody awful , but drank it anyway so as not to falter and look under 18 . ..
In later years used to go there 'legit' in the bar , and playing darts. They had an outdoor there at the front of the pub in those days ( 70's ) as well.