I’m sure our souls will need saving at some point during the evening.
Art, love, sex, beer and curry. Saturday in West Brom.
There was no sex for us, but they do say it’s wrong to exercise on a full stomach.
Black Country Bride…of Frankenstein
The Bride wasn’t half yampy as well.
At the Old Bank for a quick withdrawal
If you’re thinking of breaking into the safe you may need to bring your stepladders.
Who broke my heart in Brierley Hill?
So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.
Battered in Tipton Pie Factory
You have good beer, good pies, good chips and maybe, on occasion, a throbbing machine between the thighs.
The most fun I’ve had in a Blackheath industrial unit since…
Fixed Wheel. It’s bostin. It certainly ain’t broke, so don’t fix it!
Green door, what’s that secret you’re keeping?
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.
From John O’Groats to Land’s End via Lye Cricket Club.
I just have to find that (un)lucky beer loving Black Country mon to propose to me. All for the beer of course!
Not enough Old Bush
I was only disappointed with the lack of old bush, but there’s always another night.
BLACK COUNTRY PUB 