Old Duke, Bristol

Hilarity, tabs and music played by bands called ‘Cass Casswell’s Monster Trio’ and such like. And heroic outside drinking in the summer months. Like. Continue reading

Kensington Arms, Redland, Bristol

I don’t want to confuse these constructions with life’s eternal laws, so let’s just say the Kenny is a relatively confusing pub. Cracking bacon sandwiches, mind. Continue reading

Butcher’s Arms, Sheepscombe

Out in those special wilds of the Cotswolds, the wintry fields lie dun and bleak, while the pedestrian cowers on splattered verges as executive Jags roll by on their way … Continue reading

The Connaught, Hove

The price of a beer brings me out in hives, in Hove. Or something. Continue reading

The Spotted Cow, Bristol

A one-size-fits-all drinking den that any inner-city suburb would be almost proud of having on its doorstep. Continue reading