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

“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

HUNTING HIGH AND LOW (FOR DICK & DAVE IN BEWDLEY)

A post for two-thirds of my American readers.  And all of my A-Ha fans.  I should like to see the Venn Diagram for those two populations. I pursued Dick and Dave to the George in Bewdley, hoping in vain to use up some of my Quarter 4 Spoons Vouchers. Even the appeal of Tally Ho… Continue reading HUNTING HIGH AND LOW (FOR DICK & DAVE IN BEWDLEY)

BANKS’S MILD IN BEWDLEY

  Exam results are out today, with my son’s Maths and Sciences results (well done James) reminding me of my own prowess. Physics CSE Grade 4 means I should know there’s water in beer, even if I don’t know whether the notation is h2o or co2. As should be obvious by now, my lack of analytical… Continue reading BANKS’S MILD IN BEWDLEY