The name of the boxer who ran the pub up until it closed was a Mr. Ron Reeder. I met Ron when I migrated to Australia on the SS Ranchi in 1951. I was sixteen and Ron about eighteen. Ron was a big, friendly steward who served me large orange drinks, nice and cold, in the tropics.
Ron, however, was more interested in my seventeen year old sister Margaret and they became friends, and later friends of the whole Stevenson family.
Ron was an amateur heavyweight boxing champion, spoke with a “cockney accent”(to my Scottish ears anyway). Ron was very successful as a steward and in his early twenties he was the head barman on the grand passenger ship The Himalaya and later The Arcadia. My sister was not interested in forming a permanent relationship with Ron but he continued to meet with our family in Melbourne, and our family with him, when any of us visited London.
My father, Dan Stevenson, and Ron, in later years, had a common interest in the Masonic Lodge and we were all sorry to hear that Carrington’s was closing down the pub and Ron was to seek refuge at another pub, also in London
Ron’s life was sport and he loved to meet the Australian cricketers and swop stories. He was friendly with Keith Miller and Ray Lindwall who used to patronise the pub when in London playing at Lord’s.