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!
Saturday slacker stumped in Sedgley and seduced by Sadler’s
Don’t judge us. You know you would too.
Ambling around Amblecote: a tale of two streets
I have to admit I did stroke a number of the velour chairs while no one was looking.
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.
Black (Country) Friday: post election pints
Shouting ‘You can go your own way’ across the bar could be misconstrued as verbal abuse.