Has “Marketing expert” Jonathan Harwood really got nothing better to do than campaign for the government’s Beefy And Lamby meat promotion site to be reprieved?
Have the BBC really got nothing better to do than report on it?
Have Ian[…]

Should have been looking in Medomsley Road, Consett. All of which to say in one of the many think-tank like* editorial meetings of the FreakyTrigger collective last Friday it suddenly hit us: Phileas Fogg Tortilla Chips are no more. We all checked ou[…]

My heart sinks when I see pub links sent to me via Beerintheevening.com. The whole name seems both derivative of the much more friendly Fancyapint, whilst wholly misunderstanding what makes a phrase like Fancy a Pint so friendly. More importantly I s[…]

January 2nd may be too soon for some folks to start their year’s pubbing. Not so for a small band of hardy troopers last night – albeit each one having a soft drink infront of them. The conversation took its natural course, and we fell to[…]

It’s a quiet week for the marketing press as everyone is still doing the Skiving Britain thing. The “Irritating Ads 2006” survey deserves a separate post and may get it, but mostly what we’re looking at are predictions for 200[…]

Christmas: yes. New Year’s Eve. Of course. Even Boxing Day if you will. But where is the love for the lowly 29th December, a day which in the highs of the festive period lolls between two big drinkfests unloved, lonely and unwanted.
At least that w[…]

Well sort of.
Although the pub on Wardour Street remains boarded up, on the other side of soho, THE INTREPID FOX IS BACK!! (warning: link may contain Rob Zombie) in what was formerly The Conservatory across from the bottom of Centrepoint, opposite th[…]

Category: Railway
Blimey, this place looked forbidding from across the road. Even early on a gloomy, wet Sunday evening, when the nastiest, most hostile boozers give off a promising, golden glow, this place looked drab and unwelcoming. I wasn’t[…]

When i first started working in Russell Square over ten years ago there was a local pub, near the Tube Station called the Marquis Of Cornwallis. It was dark, smoky but had a feel of permanence to it.
Then it closed and god a major interior refit and[…]

Good to see the NME catching up with us, it’s over four years since Tom and I saw The Gossip in Oxford, but the main reason for Beth’s coolness was her performance at the late lamented King of Corsica karaoke night, at the end of that tou[…]