“Hang your boots up, Hang your boots up, hang your boots up (insert name here),” repeat x2 to the tune of “Oh my darling Clementine” was an oft heard terrace chant in the seventies. And, as I hit the 601 not out mark with a magnificent pint of Bass in a locals wet led pub,… Continue reading 601 Not Out – Retired (not hurt) – Time To Hang Them Up
Who Needs Football When You’ve Got A Pub?
Say what you like about social distancing but I reckon my 600th boozer on this long journey around the Midlands felt the benefit last night. 600 – The Tavern DE1 3QR is tucked away on the edge of the city near to The Peacock – read here – and one of those ‘locals in the… Continue reading Who Needs Football When You’ve Got A Pub?
One Arm Or Two – Remote Pubs In Withington
I’m not sure how Russ is going to cope with the next picture on this post, as it contains not one but TWO missing letters as well as an absent apostrophe! Sometimes pictures don’t tell the full story and this snap of the Farmes Arm looks like it might be on the cusp as it… Continue reading One Arm Or Two – Remote Pubs In Withington
New Broom (In Checkley) On Monday
There was I thinking I had a great idea for a blog post title with a bit of 80’s Brummie new romantics Duran Duran fitting the bill. There’s a big niche market out there amongst fans of Spandau Ballet, Depeche Mode, Visage and the Durannies for a blog about low key pubs in the Midlands.… Continue reading New Broom (In Checkley) On Monday
