YOU CAN THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS FOR THE SQUIRREL

Rugby Pub No.5, and we weren’t even a little bit tipsy, apart from Richard who was becoming ever more animated at the prospect of some Proper Factory-produced beer at our next pub. On the way we passed an advert for Dean Friedman’s show, “Lucky Stars” and, er, the other ones. I just played his impressive… Continue reading YOU CAN THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS FOR THE SQUIRREL

YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY BASS MIRRORS

  Two backstreet boozers to start, both with a decent smattering of custom by 2019 standards, then onto the “Lunch Stop” aka “Anywhere But Spoons“. The rest of our group doubted my navigational skills as I wove them past dustbins and through Balti kitchens and graveyards on the way to the Merchant’s. If I’d been… Continue reading YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY BASS MIRRORS

TRAPPED BY ENGLAND RUGGER FANS FROM KING’S LYNN

You left me (you sods) in Dalston, tipsy and hungry. Thank you, Pizza Union. You not only fed me well for £7, I also got the small thrill of the little buzzer that tells you when your pizza is ready. I must have been to Dalston before, the famed GBG Railway Tavern is just over… Continue reading TRAPPED BY ENGLAND RUGGER FANS FROM KING’S LYNN