Armadillo saved. I have to say after my post – which was fuelled much by noticing this obvious corrolary of the 1963 Weights & Measures Act – I may have gone too far. And Tim holds the secret of the Armadillo (in a sort of Tony The T[…]

Crivens, I turn my back… Right, since I am the only one round here to hold a British Institute of Innkeepers National Licensee’s Certificate I can clear up the first of the many pub based questions. Namely : is snakebite illegal. Well the[…]

Rock dinosaurs eh? This is a most amusing piece regarding the naming of a dinosaur after 80’s legend and noughties binman (probably) Mark Knopfler. Rightly so, the BBC have used as many cliches as possible in their reporting of it. Nevertheles[…]

The best jukebox in Soho? So the Golden Lion bigs itself up – and this may well be true. Its certainly odd, having two machines feeding to what one must assume be one Jukebox Hive Mind controlling the pubs tunes. How this works if tracks are be[…]

Sosho. No thank you. I’ll stick to Tottenham Court Road, where the pubs are grotty and you get served an honest – if overpriced – pint. Take lunchtime Monday. Myself and silent member of this publog Ant had a thoroughly mediocre lun[…]

POP-EYE 14/1/01
I get all the best weeks. Tom has to grope around trying to write interesting things about Rui Da Silva – a known impossibility – whilst I get the pop charts version of an extremely rare astral conjunction. In this case it[…]

The Best Barmaid In London? Possibly. Now everyone knows that Pumpkin Pubs has a strange predilictation for The Rising Sun on Tottenham Court Road – usually known as The Riser. Strange because these days there really is little special about the[…]

The Manic Street Preachers (ahem) have announced the release of not one but two new singles on the same day. The idea of the two singles is to show the depth, nay breadth of the music on their new album. So that’ll be a slow one and a fast one […]

The inevitable All Saint’s split has occurred then. Or has it? Since it would appear that in the crowded jostling British charts you need to paint yourself red to be seen – any press is good press when you have a single out. Therefore, si[…]

This is neither the time nor place to have the “Baby One More Time” argument (though I disagree with Ned, whilst admitting that Paul Morley is far too bloated now to have quite that much enthusiasm for young Ms Spears). Two points though,[…]