Yes the nights in The Arms were fabulous. The guy that sang Jerusalem was Nobby Clark a nefarious local character, that had a dubious reputation, yet he had a heart of gold. If you were down on your luck or out of work, he would always lend you a bob or two. He was a really well known bloke among those that walked the line sometimes legal sometime not. Also at The Arms they used to come round and you could write down who you wanted to sing. There was one older lady there that they called Vera Lynn, she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, yet everyone used to vote for her to sing. Two other favorites in the late 50s or early 60s were the Haggerty Brothers - they used to do the Everly Brothers songs and they were very good, sad to think those days are gone.

I remember my Dad used to take me to Country and Western nights in the hall at the back of the pub. This was in the 70s when I was a child. I also remember we took my Nan for a meal in the pub when she was quite elderly and it was only some years later that I heard about the bad reputation the pub had. I wonder if my Nan would have gone in if she'd known!

I loved the Arms, whether it was Friday night in the public or Saturday night and Sunday lunchtime in the room at the back, there was always music and a sing-a-long - a great atmosphere. There were some rough and ready blokes but if you were a local you were normally OK. Most importantly I met my wife in the Arms and we have now clocked up 45 years so can't have been a bad place can it?

When I was a baby one of the two small 'outbuildings' was the place where you picked up your ration of National Dried Milk and concentrated Orange Juice. I can still remember the taste of that juice - nothing compares - but that could just be influenced by nostalgia. Over the years both 'outbuildings' had many guises, one served for many years as an Off Licence. My grandfather attended the RAOB (Royal and Ancient Order of Buffalo's) meetings at the 'Arms' and in my teenage years many evenings were spent either congregating on scooters in front of the Arms or dancing in the room at the back. There were several violent incidents associated with the pub - I remember walking home from Morden having missed the last bus when a group of us were prevented by the police from walking around the Circle - apparently a Polish man had gone into the Arms with an axe looking for his wife who he suspected was having an affair - I think he hacked a few of the light fittings - I never ascertained whether he found his wife or her 'lover'. Perhaps someone else could enlighten me.

I worked at the Arms summer 1976. I would like to hear from other staff from that summer, e.g. saloon barman Dave Wyatt, Paul and Babs Terry and Cynthia, managers Cyril and Vera. I worked in off licence with a lady called June. I was a Geordie from Tyneside

Sorry Ted but you got the name wrong, it was Cyril Jackson(Jacko) who sang Jerusalem at The Arms. the rest of your CV for him was spot on. That also went for his two brothers, Gordon and Tommy. Although they had a reputation, they were the salt of the earth unless you upset them. We had some good nights there,and there was rarely any trouble. The only problem was that they ran out of glasses half way through the evening and unless the girls hung on to their original glass they would get their gin & orange in a pint pot. Happy days

I remember The Arms very well having lived opposite the pub for 16 years in 1975-1991, in Neville Walk. My Dad used to go there all the time in the late 70s to early 80s. He seemed lucky there was never much trouble when he was there. We used to go to the car-boot sales there in the back hall. When I was old enough to drink, it was the St Helier Tavern. They had spent tons of money doing it up after it was empty for a few years. It was nicely done, but it didn't stay open for long after what happened there made the national news. There's a big block of flats there now !

The St.Helier Arms and the Backroom hold very special memories for me , in particular during the years 1955/ 1956 . A well known barrow boy ,entrepreneur and Jazz Fan by the name of Harry Knowles, organised a weekly Jazz Club in the Backroom where top British Jazz musicians would play . As a young and aspiring local Jazz drummer I had the occasional honour to play with the Jazz group . I was born and grew up on the St.Helier Estate in Pershore Grove but now live in Niagara On The Lake , Canada . Some years ago , on a visit to Carshalton , I managed to acquire a couple of relics from the Arms - some clay roof tiles and a Parking Lot wall sign . Such wonderful memories of a treasured period in my life . Derek Collins .

From the mid to late sixties I was at the back room of The Arms often at weekends when my Uncle Peter Holmes was singer/compere. At drinking-up time he always finished with the same song - 'By a babbling Brook'. Good old Uncle Peter.

I remember the pub when I moved to this area and the Sunday market they had there .My husband was a regular there with his family in the 80s for many years.