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

ALIVE & KICKING AT THE RUGBY TOWN & COUNTY CLUB

Almost an Associates reference there, which will mean nothing to you lot. Note how I drag you in with a bit of Donnington, too, perhaps leading you to expect another trashing of the Cotswold cod liver oil they call beer. But no, this was a Saturday lunchtime in Rugby, buying those little leads that go… Continue reading ALIVE & KICKING AT THE RUGBY TOWN & COUNTY CLUB