THE PUB SEVEN DEADLY SINS: 1: Jukebox / MTV combo’s
Many pubs are now littered with televisions. Useful in sporting occasions, which therefore draw in the punters who drink more. Certainly I have spent many a happy afternoon in a Saloon, pint o[…]

Transatlantic web-newsreader and all round voice of dystopian future Ananova has come up trumps with not one but two female solo artiste based newslets. First it the somewhat embaressing suggestion that FilmFour are offering people their money back i[…]

Sizzling Platters. I don’t really approve of pub food. I am very much a purist when it comes to the pub experience. Its pretty much drinking I’m after and any food tends to get int he way, and clutter the table at the same time. Neverthel[…]

WHAT WE PLAYED AT THE 90s INDIE NIGHT FROM A SLIGHTLY MORE SOBER PERSPECTIVE
It would appear that Tom below went to a different Indie night to the one I appeared to be DJ-ing with him at. Mind you the amount of booze imbibed would bamboozle the best […]

Dump The Pubs – Fairer Prices for UK Drinkers. Whilst this site is most amusing, and has more than a fair point – I think they should have picked a better name for the campaign. Dump The Pubs suggests that we should be attacking pubs rath[…]

A desert of pubs – that’s what the Finchley Road north of the wee bit too quaint Ye Olde Swiss Cottage is. Its all Supasnaps and empty restaurants. Where a major thoroughfare like this needs its pubs, it has hoardings over old cafes which[…]

All this scratching is making me itch. To placate Tom’s fear below I believe an in depth discussion of the scratching issue is exactly the kind of thing this publog should be doing. And for fear of alienating any US audience, said article about[…]

Personal thoughts on the scratching merely from a Southerners perspective. The bags featured in the Guide To Pork Scratchings have not been sighted south of the Watford Gap (with the possible exception of Butchers’ Choice, which I fear is a no[…]

‘Can you look after our stuff mate?’ You, the pub drinker, nod mid-sentence in your own fantastic conversation as nearby table couple nip off. What for, you vaguely wonder keeping an eye on the toilet stairs. (This occurs in the Crouch E[…]

Well its obvious that using Blogger has already quadrupled the number of people looking at the pub reviews. I have already had one correspondant bristling with our look at the The Pint Pot (Pentonville Road, Islington).
Purdy writes “Well mist[…]