I normally wouldn’t go near a Wetherspoon’s with much more than a bargepole. Problem is, some of their pubs are so cavernous that they could quite happily accommodate a fellow with a bargepole slung under his arm. The Coronet on Holloway […]

The Prince Monolulu is back. I shall say no more until I have further explored, but if you are up the Warren Sreet way, why not pop in to see if this famed boozer of old have been resurrected properly or – as I fear – they’ve brough[…]

No smoking areas. I know these have reared their ugly heads before, and I know that there are arguments for and against both sides (not least that I know a number of people who have had smoking related illnesses recently). Nevertheless if there is on[…]

Happy New Year to all those who occasionally rear their heads at the publog. Its January – which can only mean one thing – the pubs will be empty of those part time drinkers whose lack of knowledge of pub ettiquette make December that lit[…]

I’m here for ALE, not GALLIANO! Blimey charley I must say that my Local Pub (the Hero of Switzerland just across from our flat which is the nearest pub is local ‘local’, if you know what I mean) is a seething mass of contradictions.[…]

Not only is there the evidence of increased hangover potential, decrepitude of the drinking arm and ever-advancing gut to consider, but I have started getting angry at VOLUME in pubs. Back in the day I would bullishly head for the seats directly unde[…]

“A pint of lager and a vodka and slimlime tonic please”. It’s wrong to laugh at the people who say “slimline” instead of “diet”, I’m sure it is. But what if it’s just post-work, you’re in a […]

Media Notice – for immediate release
Beeland Concepts announces new drinking concept set to call time on Britain’s tired pubs
Britain’s pubs will never be the same again, thanks to a revolutionary new concept by gastro-pub-leisure-c[…]

This will not do. The publog must form a key node of resistance in the war against the tyrrany of the banal drinkery. While I don’t necessarily believe the apocalyptic account of the decline of the ‘real’ pub, I cannot accept the c[…]

We are needed more than ever. It’s an undisputable factoid that following Pumpkin Publog’s – ahem – vacation, the pubs of Britain have slumped in quality. For example the King Of Corsica, never admittedly a nice boozer but now[…]