Well it isn’t a pub but I had a moment of great confusion in Hakkasan (posh restaurant off Tottenham Court Road – great location for a posh restaurant eh?). There were 2 doors, one with M and one with D. M is for Men, obviously, but what&[…]

Worst Toilet Door Sign Names – A Publog Round Table
My starter for 10: “WILLY’S ROOM” and “FANNY’S ROOM” on the doors of the Tut ‘N’ Shive in Highbury.[…]

Abroad: This post runs the risk of sounding like Al Murray, the Pub Landlord. So let me say first of all that I love Europe generally – the food, the open spaces, the comfortingly hostile shop assistants, the magnificent architecture, the baffl[…]

Pubs and the sun. After all, this is England, we don’t get the sun very often, so when we do we like to – in the words of the immortal Sunkist advert (which obviously did not work since you cannot buy said drink any more on these isle) &#[…]

I must have done something really bad in a past life (or maybe in this life) as tonight I have to go to On Anon. As is always the case with having to go to dire places, it’s a work do. I have been there once before, on a family do. The bouncer […]

THE PUB OF FAILURE – Revisited
Those with long publog memories will no doubt remember The Blue Posts Pub Crawl which took place just before Christmas last (after which it is safe to say that the Rupert Street Blue Posts – or the pub of se[…]

I’ve been travelling round the country a lot with work lately, and usually end up on licensed premises, since the meeting I go to take place in pubs. A few recent visits are worthy of a few notes.
The Elephant and Castle, Wakefield – Situ[…]

Up Middle Finger As it turned out, excessive bounty and largesse was spread yesterday evening in the Blue Posts to commemorate Emma’s increased agedness. The result was some deeply poor jukebox selections: A Forest by The Cure, anyone? Lying […]

Hmmm, my huge-round-buying generosity stimulated, no doubt, by the fact that it’s nearly my birthday and I’m trying to spread an air of bounty and largesse amongst my friends.
However the really impressive thing was the way I remembered […]

GET THIS MAN TO BUY YOU A DRINK TONIGHT
John left the pub last night just as the large round reached it’s critical mass. And it was his round. The cur, and I had to pay for the taxi/ambulance. This on-line dissing is intensely liberating.[…]