Yes, more Stafford, it never ends.
Next we did the cultural bit.
For a bit, anyway.
Oh, yes, the Hovis street, I wanted Will to see that.
“What’s keeping you ?” said Paul, who’d made the Bird In Hand half an hour before. His pace is undiminished in 18 months.
Now this was Black Country Ales second attempt to impress me tonight, and it won on welcome,
if not quite on beer. Pig on the Wall is my default pint in a Black Country pub, even when it never quite tastes like it should.
Of course, this post just invites a debate about whether that’s a cheese and onion cob, or bap, or barm, or bread roll. Paul stuck to pork scratchings, which are less controversial.
Will made notes.
My only notes say “Will put a line through it“, which sounds like a Destiny’s Child lyric.
If you know what Will put a line through, do let me know.