Greetings From Pub Paradise…aka Edinburgh. Actually this is a misnomer. It is paradise in one way only, i.e. it offers a sneak preview of the (hopeful) future of London drinking in that the boozers stay open late. This, as everyone knows, alter[…]

Be like Colin and Edmund. Look! Here’s Edmund, and he’s an example to us all. Edmund is an adventurous drinker. One look at the many and various pub crawls he has undertaken in the past 15 years will tell you that. Some, it should be not[…]

I am not aware of any other showers in pubs – and I have to admit the temptation would get too much on a hot day in July for a wee sprinkle on the head (that does not read very well. It reads like it could take place in any pub toilet). However[…]

The Seven Stars, Carey Street The clientele of this pub is probably enough to put anybody off: pretty much wall-to-wall members of the beknighted legal profession, as one might expect from a pub which is tucked just behind the Royal Courts of Justice[…]

My celeb-in-pub sighting, documented on the Pumpkin Pubs site you will find linked on the left, is of course my double-barrelled Chris Evans encounter. To briefly summarise: i) encountered in The Crown in Soho, offered seat next to him to Fran, who w[…]

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[…]

Fitz of depression The Fitzroy Tavern is a bad pub on a Friday night. In fact, it may be the worst pub to meet in for a post-work drink on Fridays. After 4.45pm, it fills rapidly with assorted scumbags (suits + media types) until you find yourself […]

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[…]

Sorry about the lack of action round here, but quite obviously our excuse is we were in the pub. And what pubs. Over the next week you will be regaled with tales about men with hats, another pub deadly sin and some South London boozers. But first a c[…]

“Why don’t you review bars, O Pumpkin Publog?”
“Because Chris Morris does it for us.”
(link via honorary publogian Swish Cottage)[…]