The heart of Mirfield's social scene since 1958
From a hired black-and-white set perched on the pool table in 1966 to today's beer garden screens, watching sport together has always been part of the furniture here. We asked members to share their memories of the finals, cup runs and world championships that filled the function room.
Behind the bar, past the biscuit tin, sits a cardboard box that's quietly become an archive of Mirfield life. We opened it. We have questions — and so might you, if any of this lot belongs to you.
Some of the biggest nights in our club's story never had a singer, a stage or a sold-out ticket. They happened at the annual general meeting, where a forest of raised arms settled arguments that shaped the Con Club we walk into today.
We asked our longest-serving members for the one night at the Con Club they'll never forget — and they didn't hold back. From a surprise proposal during the disco to a wedding do that emptied the kegs, here are the tales that prove this place has always been more than four walls and a bar.
Every club has a committee, but few are quite like ours. We spent a month peeking behind the door of the upstairs meeting room to find out what really keeps a sixty-year-old social club ticking — and it involves more bickering about brown sauce than you'd expect.
Thursday curry, Sunday roast, and a hotpot that's outlived three committee chairmen. We went behind the pass at the Con Club to meet the volunteers who feed half of Mirfield — and found out why the queue forms before the doors even open.
Founded by miners and mill workers in 1958, the Con Club was never just somewhere to drink. As chains and streaming reshape how we socialise, here's the case for why clubs like ours are worth fighting for — and what we need to do to win over the next generation.
Forget the Saturday night stage — some of the best entertainment at Mirfield Con Club happens at half two on a Wednesday afternoon. Meet the six characters who keep the snooker room ticking, from the reigning doubles champion to the newest recruit still learning which end of the cue to hold.
We dug out the old committee minutes, bar ledgers and a few long-serving members' memories to compare what a night out at Mirfield Con Club actually cost across four eras. Spoiler: the pound in your pocket has never stretched further than it does behind our bar.
Never been inside a working men's club before? Don't panic — the sausage rolls are friendly and so is everyone else. Here's our tongue-in-cheek guide to the rituals that baffle newcomers but keep the Con Club ticking.
Ever wondered who decides which singer gets the Saturday slot, or how we fill a room with a fiver on the door? Pull up a chair — here's the honest, occasionally chaotic story of how the Con Club's entertainment gets booked.
The Con Club has never paid for celebrity bar staff — it's never needed to. We spent an evening chatting with the familiar faces who've served the pints, remembered the names and kept the place ticking for decades.
Christmas at the Con Club is a properly Mirfield affair — no queues down the high street, no £8 pints, just the draw, the bingo, the quiz and a New Year's Eve worth staying local for. Here's everything you need to book.
Never been inside a working men's club? This friendly walkthrough takes you from the front door to the dance floor, covering everything a first-timer needs to know. Spoiler: there's no secret handshake, and nobody's judging.
Quiz nights, bingo, live bands and the odd bit of ABBA — here's our month-in, month-out line-up of fixtures that keep the club humming. Plan your social calendar around it; plenty already do.
Sixty-five years on, the club on our doorstep is still where Mirfield comes together. We sat down with long-standing members to trace the story from 1958 to today — the acts, the fundraisers, the friendships and the small moments that built an institution.
Thinking about joining — or letting your membership lapse? Here's our light-hearted but entirely honest case for why £15 a year might be the best money you spend in Mirfield.