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.
So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.
I was only disappointed with the lack of old bush, but there’s always another night.
Don’t judge us. You know you would too.
I have to admit I did stroke a number of the velour chairs while no one was looking.
I have to admit I didn’t immediately notice the nipple action. I was still salivating over the china dogs.
It’s really hard for Black Country pubs to improve on perfection, but serving bread and butter pudding is a noble effort.
Shouting ‘You can go your own way’ across the bar could be misconstrued as verbal abuse.
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.