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.
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.
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.
From John O’Groats to Land’s End via Lye Cricket Club.
I just have to find that (un)lucky beer loving Black Country mon to propose to me. All for the beer of course!
Ambling around Amblecote: a tale of two streets
I have to admit I did stroke a number of the velour chairs while no one was looking.
BLACK COUNTRY PUB 