I want to run into the kitchen and beg the cook to tell me her secret. Maybe she’s a Black Country witch.
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.
I was too busy fighting them off my Mo-Hi-To.
With my foamy moustache of stout head, I wrapped my lips around pork and ham. It was a beautiful moment.
I often wonder about that poor Black Country wench who’s annoyed that her freezer is still broken!
We am so awash with our precious Punjabi jewels, that even Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are casting an envious eye across the ocean.
I have to admit I didn’t immediately notice the nipple action. I was still salivating over the china dogs.
It’s really hard for Black Country pubs to improve on perfection, but serving bread and butter pudding is a noble effort.
Throwing your mate in at the deep end aren’t you?