I created this ice-cream for my lovely stepdad who is the best father a wench could ask for.
Kinver: a case of lost dogs and dog breath
I was too busy fighting them off my Mo-Hi-To.
A fairy tale of gin, beer and dancing Mr Darcy.
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.
Black Country Bride…of Frankenstein
The Bride wasn’t half yampy as well.
Who broke my heart in Brierley Hill?
So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.
The most fun I’ve had in a Blackheath industrial unit since…
Fixed Wheel. It’s bostin. It certainly ain’t broke, so don’t fix it!
Green door, what’s that secret you’re keeping?
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.
BLACK COUNTRY PUB 