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.
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!
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.
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.
Saturday slacker stumped in Sedgley and seduced by Sadler’s
Don’t judge us. You know you would too.
A bit of nipple and a surprise in the back
I have to admit I didn’t immediately notice the nipple action. I was still salivating over the china dogs.
Dame Barbara Cartland, I never thought I’d see you in a Halesowen boozer
It’s really hard for Black Country pubs to improve on perfection, but serving bread and butter pudding is a noble effort.
Back for a bit of Bumble Hole
Throwing your mate in at the deep end aren’t you?
From an Old Growler to an Old Cat
You could bring your special wench or chap to this cosy corner and hold hands, with nothing but the ‘it’s always Christmas here snowman’ as gooseberry.
BLACK COUNTRY PUB 