Storming The Castle…in Dud-lay

Wench #2 decided he was a definite serial killer which was a little disconcerting as he kept trying to hold my hand and I left with his phone number.

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.

I often wonder about that poor Black Country wench who’s annoyed that her freezer is still broken!

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.

I’m sure our souls will need saving at some point during the evening.

There was no sex for us, but they do say it’s wrong to exercise on a full stomach.

If you’re thinking of breaking into the safe you may need to bring your stepladders.

So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.

I was only disappointed with the lack of old bush, but there’s always another night.

I have to admit I did stroke a number of the velour chairs while no one was looking.