April 2025. Wolverhampton. If you’re getting the impression our intrepid cask warriors were having a good time last Thursday you’d be right, I nearly sat out our 5th/6th pub, the Wheatsheaf having been a bit too “earthy” even for your lover of earthy pubs last time out. A drinkers pub, we’ll call it. But the… Continue reading THE WHEATSHEAF – WOLVES UNSUNG WONDER
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ROYAL OAK, WOLVERHAMPTON. A GOOD SUB FOR THE ONE WITH THE TREE IN THE GENTS
April 2025. Wolverhampton. Just like Tiny Tim tiptoeing thru’ the tulips back whenever, our #PubMen heroes set off through the blossoms of Wolverhampton’s West Park for Pub No.2. As I’ll never tire of telling you, Wolverhampton is a city of some beauty. Two National Trust properties, ancient churches and a pub with a tree in… Continue reading ROYAL OAK, WOLVERHAMPTON. A GOOD SUB FOR THE ONE WITH THE TREE IN THE GENTS
WOLVERHAMPTON’S STILE – THE KING OF PROPER PUBS
April 2025. Wolverhampton. Mainly due to it opening at 11:30, we started our Proper Pub Day Out in Wolves at The Stile. Not always ideal to start at the best one, though the pub standard never really dropped, at least until one of our group moved on to Fireball whisky. A very high standard of… Continue reading WOLVERHAMPTON’S STILE – THE KING OF PROPER PUBS
BBB – BORING BUT BRILLIANT IN THE POSADA
March 2024. Wolverhampton. A hotchpotch of a day in the Black Country, where I’d caught up with The Two Pauls on their Big Black Country Day Out, but after pints in the wonderful Old Swan and Beacon I’d had enough of waiting for Dudley buses, and had a plan to get back to Sheffield for… Continue reading BBB – BORING BUT BRILLIANT IN THE POSADA
FOOMIN’ AT FUNICULAR FAIL IN BRIDGNORTH
May 2023. Press on while the weather is good for blogging. I arrived in Bridgnorth a week after the Southworth clans left. I would have loved to have met them and shown them the town’s cultural highlights, including the actual home that Hector lived in. Apart from Hector and the pub stock, the town is… Continue reading FOOMIN’ AT FUNICULAR FAIL IN BRIDGNORTH
COTTINGHAM WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM
3rd January 2020 Last stop before the train returns to civilisation is Cottingham, providing a first new GBG entry in what seems like a century but is probably two years. Cottingham, not to be confused with the village next to me where I lerned to rite, can best be summed up in two words. David… Continue reading COTTINGHAM WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM
BANKS’S, BAPS & (PEAKY) BLINDERS
As Dick and Dave will confirm, the area of the Midlands west of the M5 and over to the Shropshire hills is as good as it gets in terms of beauty, Balti, and, er, bostin’ beer. And there’s still much to be discovered; only last year the Lion O’Morfe near Bridgnorth appeared as if from… Continue reading BANKS’S, BAPS & (PEAKY) BLINDERS
WORCESTER – FROM BAPS TO BANKS
I knew that using “baps” rather than “cobs“ in that last post would cause wailing and gnashing of teeth in West Bromwich. Actually, it was a baguette, a massive one. So massive that while I joined the B&PF throng on their fifth pint in the Eagle Vaults to cries of “Ah, HERE he is” and… Continue reading WORCESTER – FROM BAPS TO BANKS
PUBMEN DO WOLVES. AGAIN
It’s a good job Stafford’s top #PubMan doesn’t sue me for using his picture on this blog, as he’s becoming almost as much a fixture as a dodgy pint of Otter. You’ll remember that Paul joined my Black Country Auditors Amble at the Great Western, a visit that divided opinion. But where next ? We’d… Continue reading PUBMEN DO WOLVES. AGAIN
“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
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