Kinver: a case of lost dogs and dog breath

I was too busy fighting them off my Mo-Hi-To.

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!

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.

Shouting ‘You can go your own way’ across the bar could be misconstrued as verbal abuse.