Keep right on to the end of the road (just don’t expect cask)

I opted for the Royal George as a nightcap to my evening of Brummie GBG ticking. Some attractive housing estates on the way to St Andrews, and a mystery pub for Life After Football to identify. A mere sliced clearance behind the Railway Stand, not that our next pub celebrates any such cloggers; Was I… Continue reading Keep right on to the end of the road (just don’t expect cask)

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