Seasons Greetings From Solihull

Solihull often comes in for a bit of stick on this blog so don’t assume this post will be any different. Many an evening in my youth was spent in Rosie’s Nightclub or The Snooty Fox/Mason’s Arms/Byron’s or Shades Wine Bar, none of which have particularly pubby credentials. Actually, that’s unfair The Masons Arms is… Continue reading Seasons Greetings From Solihull

Chellaston’s Charlie

Having been swanning round central Birmingham and attending launch nights for beer, Martin quite rightly has complained. A real “Disgusted from Tunbridge Wells” style letter that you’d find in The Times complaining about my lack of estate style pub credentials these days. “Sell out” I hear you cry and not since The Clash signed with… Continue reading Chellaston’s Charlie

Road To Nowhere: Part 1

Regular readers of the blog will know that whilst I once liked to kick a ball around I am strictly on a watching brief these days. Walking yes,  cricket occasionally, but that’s about my lot; however, when one of my pals, who cycles, suggested a ‘pub cycle’ along the Trent and Mersey Canal towpath then… Continue reading Road To Nowhere: Part 1