My future wife's uncle got married in 1951 at the old Registry Office in the city centre, he lived in Phillips Street, Newtown and with other relatives and friends we caught the No 6 tram to Martineau Street. We had reached Paradise Street when he realised it was 2.30 he was getting married, not 1.30, and since it was only 1 o'clock he insisted we passed the time away in the 'Woodmans', he was very nervous about taking the wedding vows and accepted all the 'Dutch Courage' that was offered him, so that by the time we got him to the registry office he could hardly stand...... were we in trouble. That was the first and last time I visited the Woodman Inn, but remember how fabulous the interior was.