Under The (Monks) Bridge

The East Midlands might be slowly sinking under a deluge of rain but never let it be said I’m not committed to the cause. Dark nights, work and flooding can’t stop me as I know that transatlantic readers such as Dave, Dick and Russ would regard this as a mere shower. So, with that in…

Former Dons Star Saluted In Stretton

Whilst beer sommeliers talk about choice and how punters all want Beavertown/Brewdog/Siren options in the local boozers I don’t think anyone has told the people of Stretton as yet. Marston’s, so beloved by Rich, still produce most of the beers drunk in this suburb of Burton whether it be Carling, Coors, Pedigree or Doom. Having…

Up The Junction In Stretton

I know how you all like a cliff hanger so I’m going to save my final leg of the Burton bicycle saga as I need to do the final pub justice with a big build up… Also, the opportunity to squeeze out a Squeeze song in the blog post title was just too good to…

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…