I want to run into the kitchen and beg the cook to tell me her secret. Maybe she’s a Black Country witch.
Don’t feed the animals
I don’t think I’ve seen so many animals in one place since that time at Dudley Zoo when I got my arse stuck in the chairlift.
Kinver: a case of lost dogs and dog breath
I was too busy fighting them off my Mo-Hi-To.
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!
Desi pubs: ower precious Punjabi jewels
We am so awash with our precious Punjabi jewels, that even Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are casting an envious eye across the ocean.
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.
Dame Barbara Cartland, I never thought I’d see you in a Halesowen boozer
It’s really hard for Black Country pubs to improve on perfection, but serving bread and butter pudding is a noble effort.
Back for a bit of Bumble Hole
Throwing your mate in at the deep end aren’t you?