THE PUB OF LIES
(The Blue Posts, Newman Street, Soho: three rounds)
The squad assembles, and conversation begins gently enough with a discussion of my new haircut, the rabbit/headlights difficulty of picking haircuts from a book, and the propensity f[…]

“The horror….the horror….”. Five of us set out on Operation: Blue Posts. And it must be said that five returned, though with Magnus it was a close thing. It has long been a contention of mine that the pub conversation is manki[…]

The Blue Posts Pub Crawl – a bit like climbing Everest. I would imagine that there will be much discussion on this most successful of events round this publog in the next week or so (plus the plans for us to to retake this summit) – but f[…]

Here’s something that’s been worrying me lately: how on Earth do teetotal people ever get off with anyone? To illustrate this, in the pub last night I saw two couples.* One was sharing a bottle of wine – her face was lively, nay a l[…]

Lager and lime is nice. There, I said it. It tastes nice when you’re in a lazy mood. It makes the most acrid of ‘cooking lagers’ slip down like a dream. And furthermore, being a girl, I am allowed to have it. But, being a girl in a […]

The quality of ibuprofen is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It blesseth him that gives and him that takes…
And yes, I fear that I may be him that takes this week. In fact, I have been him that ta[…]

When you want a seat – going to the pub at six is a no-no. In the Charlotte Street area there are no seats at six. Five, you have acres of parking room, at seven it will be clearing up, but for that one punch drink at six for the local workers[…]

Come with me.
Here, down these stairs. Yes, trendy part of London isn’t it? Up and coming, they say. Just through this door. What do you think? Look at the walled wooden panelling lit with orange ‘ that’s seventies chic you kno[…]

Sorry Pete you are indeed a world renowned expert on all things beery. I should never have implied otherwise.
My foray into the ladies toilets of London’s pubs continues to take me into fairly rough territory. The Crown and Two Chairmen feature[…]

This is what its all about. Live posting from the pub. Much time for The Head – one of the few pubs on Holloway Road you would not recomend to your enemies when pissed. Its had a good refurb and odd free Internet portals slapped in sections.Th[…]