SUCCUMBING TO CARLING IN THE DESI PUB

“That’s not Carling !” I can hear the pedants shout. But I bet Peter Allen, South Birmingham Carling Drinker of the Year 1996, spotted it, presented in misleading glassware aiming to cash in on Coors sudden popularity amongst hipsters. I’m surprised my faithful army of pedants didn’t jump in to shout “Oi, you’re in Tipton,… Continue reading SUCCUMBING TO CARLING IN THE DESI PUB

“A PROPER PUB, NOT A HIPSTER BAR”. FLORIAN THE PSYCHOLOGIST LOVES THE JOLLY ANGLER

You left Mrs RM and I outside Mr Thomas’s Chop House, one of the few central Manchester pubs I’ve neglected to visit over 30 years of pubbing here. And I still can’t tell you if the beer there is better than in Wales, as the luxurious interior was a sea of reserved tables. Another time.… Continue reading “A PROPER PUB, NOT A HIPSTER BAR”. FLORIAN THE PSYCHOLOGIST LOVES THE JOLLY ANGLER