My last Black Country tick in a whirlwind weekend was another of those Black Country Pubs I both love and loathe. Undoubtedly unpretentiously pubby, they sometimes spoil things by an excess of handpumps, particularly mid-week. And their excellent own beers seem neglected in favour of a long line of guests, neatly displayed on a big… Continue reading BOING BOING, AFTERNOON BOOZING
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YAM YAM
Young Simon is clearly having a good time down in Dorset, exploring the unexpectedly rough pubs of Greater Bournemouth (Lesser Bournemouth is rubbish). I’m quite jealous of his first ever trips to Lower Parkston Ex-Servicemen’s Club and the Cricketers, particularly as I’ll only get to drive him to square micros this week. New entries to… Continue reading YAM YAM
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
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
WOLVES – IT ENDS WITH A CURRY…
Unlike the hardened Professional Drinkers on the Beer and Pubs Forum (note the pre-eminence of the “Beer“), I can’t do a whole day drinking from 10am to 10pm, and by dusk it was time for a curry and bed. The trip into the centre takes you past some great art, both new and more traditional.… Continue reading WOLVES – IT ENDS WITH A CURRY…
“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
PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
With apologies to Eyemouth, Buntingford, Rye and Tonbridge (ah, Tonbridge), you’ll have to wait for your day in the retiredmartin sun. I can’t find your photos on OneDrive. The one from Tonbridge with Mrs RM and Paul Bailey doing karaoke in the Man of Kent is in there, somewhere. But the evidence from Wolverhampton last… Continue reading PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
