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.

Art, love, sex, beer and curry. Saturday in West Brom.

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.

Fixed Wheel. It’s bostin. It certainly ain’t broke, so don’t fix it!

I just have to find that (un)lucky beer loving Black Country mon to propose to me. All for the beer of course!

Don’t judge us. You know you would too.

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

Throwing your mate in at the deep end aren’t you?