First things first. I would like to severely condemn the King’s Head and Railway Tavern in Crouch End on their shameful record on crime prevention. Having been the victim of a cruel handbag thief in Crouch End on a Friday in March I return from[…]

Never ceasing in our quest to find the world’s greatest pubs, Pete and I are off to the sunny Canaries to hunt down Top Tourist Trap Taverns. We go so you don’t have to.
Pete may suffer some form of withdrawal symptom from the pubs of (No[…]

But what if your mum was watching you in the pub? Or your boss? Or your cuckolded other half? The whole concept is fraught with perils.
On the other hand it would be good if you were planning to go out on the pull, you could survey the talent in adv[…]

Part One in an occasional series by your unofficial showbiz correspondent: Celebs in the Pub.
Here’s my list in chronological order. You may notice it is heavily reliant on a) slightly obscure soap stars and b) North London, postcodes N8 and N6[…]

I have been ordered to write about the Duke of Devonshire and being a good girl I am doing just that. The D of D is sort of between Clapham and Balham and therefore not necessarily somewhere you would expect to find a splendid pub (it being more of a[…]

I hate to piss on the parade before it gets started but I regret to inform you that one of the other previously-alluded to PP goals is now officially dead. Under the influence of a few too many Smirnoff Ices, the blissful utopia of a pub owned and ru[…]

as follows:
1. In a bar in Sosho (Cargo on Rivington Street)
2. Waiting for mates (well, actually work colleagues but they are fairly decent chaps)
As far as (1) goes: imagine if you will…….. the year is 1992…… a young, scanti[…]

Having barmaided quite a lot in my time I know that Snakebite was frowned upon – I was given the impression that this was because the landlord didn’t like the idea of one glass potentially ‘cross contaminating’ 2 pumps. On re[…]

As any publican will tell you, you do officially have to be 18 to get served alcohol in a pub. I can assure you that by the age of 18 any girlie worth her MAC lipliner will have been practising the application of makeup for, ooh, at least 10 years. T[…]

Fruit machines had crossed my mind, of course, both as a way of passing the time till mates turn up and as a way of paying for the drinks when they do. The problem being that it’s not easy to stand at a fruit machine and keep close guard on the[…]