I’m sure our souls will need saving at some point during the evening.
There was no sex for us, but they do say it’s wrong to exercise on a full stomach.
The Bride wasn’t half yampy as well.
If you’re thinking of breaking into the safe you may need to bring your stepladders.
So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.
You have good beer, good pies, good chips and maybe, on occasion, a throbbing machine between the thighs.
Fixed Wheel. It’s bostin. It certainly ain’t broke, so don’t fix it!
I’d like to feel the same about us Green Duck. The beginning of a long-lasting relationship between wench and brewery. Only this time there’s no need for a hand up the bum or a sad song.
I just have to find that (un)lucky beer loving Black Country mon to propose to me. All for the beer of course!
I was only disappointed with the lack of old bush, but there’s always another night.