Beer and fittle at The Why Not? Why Not?

I want to run into the kitchen and beg the cook to tell me her secret. Maybe she’s a Black Country witch.

Wench…dow get barred for swearing

With my foamy moustache of stout head, I wrapped my lips around pork and ham. It was a beautiful moment.

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!