We had arrived at the height of sophistication, drinking a £190 bottle of port and eating cubes of edam from our knees.
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.
If you’re thinking of breaking into the safe you may need to bring your stepladders.
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 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?