With my foamy moustache of stout head, I wrapped my lips around pork and ham. It was a beautiful moment.
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.
You have good beer, good pies, good chips and maybe, on occasion, a throbbing machine between the thighs.
Fixed Wheel. It’s bostin. It certainly ain’t broke, so don’t fix it!
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.
I just have to find that (un)lucky beer loving Black Country mon to propose to me. All for the beer of course!