I created this ice-cream for my lovely stepdad who is the best father a wench could ask for.
I was too busy fighting them off my Mo-Hi-To.
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.
The Bride wasn’t half yampy as well.
So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.
Fixed Wheel. It’s bostin. It certainly ain’t broke, so don’t fix it!
I’d like to feel the same about us Green Duck. The beginning of a long-lasting relationship between wench and brewery. Only this time there’s no need for a hand up the bum or a sad song.