I want to run into the kitchen and beg the cook to tell me her secret. Maybe she’s a Black Country witch.
Recipe: Black Country stout and chocolate hobnob ice-cream
I created this ice-cream for my lovely stepdad who is the best father a wench could ask for.
Don’t feed the animals
I don’t think I’ve seen so many animals in one place since that time at Dudley Zoo when I got my arse stuck in the chairlift.
Kinver: a case of lost dogs and dog breath
I was too busy fighting them off my Mo-Hi-To.
Storming The Castle…in Dud-lay
Wench #2 decided he was a definite serial killer which was a little disconcerting as he kept trying to hold my hand and I left with his phone number.
Wench…dow get barred for swearing
With my foamy moustache of stout head, I wrapped my lips around pork and ham. It was a beautiful moment.
This one goes out to the one I love…
I often wonder about that poor Black Country wench who’s annoyed that her freezer is still broken!
Desi pubs: ower precious Punjabi jewels
We am so awash with our precious Punjabi jewels, that even Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are casting an envious eye across the ocean.
A sophisticated wench went down a very old cellar and drank a very old port.
We had arrived at the height of sophistication, drinking a £190 bottle of port and eating cubes of edam from our knees.
A fairy tale of gin, beer and dancing Mr Darcy.
Well that’s if Elizabeth Bennett had a penchant for beer and scratchings, and managed to pull the drunkest person in the Black Country that is.