“STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”

Having delivered BRAPA into the warm bosom of the Fens, it was time for Mrs RM and I to set off in our campervan for Bridport. The M25 and M3 (now “intelligent”) were quite accommodating, but I’d had enough driving by the time we got to Winchester, and there were two ticks there.  I always… Continue reading “STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”

ROUNDING UP THE WOLVES WONDERS

In case you wondered, yes I am intent on getting more posts out of Wolves than Richard. Beaten on quality, but never on quantity. I could have put these bonus photos on Facebook, but of course then my personal data would be sold to the Russian organisation trying to get us to vote “YES” to… Continue reading ROUNDING UP THE WOLVES WONDERS

“THE DOOG”, THE DOOLEYS AND DRAUGHT MILD

For five points, name the player on the floor (above) being skimmed by Derek Dougan, hero of our next Wolves pub. Pub Curmudgeon knows a thing or two about Heritage pubs, and after the Banks’s tour we headed for one, across what can charitably be called “Salt of the earth Wolverhampton”. Actually, it passes the… Continue reading “THE DOOG”, THE DOOLEYS AND DRAUGHT MILD