You left us on Christmas Day just as we’re about to be kicked out of our new Sheffield local and forced to watch the Queens Speech and eat Long Clawson cheese all afternoon. In desperation, I scoured the Facebook pages of the nearest GBG pub. Well, well, as Jimmy Saville used to say. Open till… Continue reading THE QUEENS SPEECH, OR A PINT IN THE BLAKE?
3 days off from pubs after my birthday, with trips to see the families and deliver presents. Christmas Eve in Tunbridge Wells, where the in-laws decreed it’s not safe to visit pubs. They’ll be first to complain when they’re all shut. At least on the way down to Kent we’d stopped over at Cambridge’s brutalised… Continue reading CHRISTMAS LUNCH