Charlton Inn, Shepton Mallet

With a small child in tow, you try to keep the tone of conversation pretty light.  It can be taxing stuff, especially considering the gruesome nature of most fairy tales, … Continue reading

Start the Bus, Bristol

The good drinker ties himself in knots trying to establish some foothold of understanding as to whether this place is a good place to go, or the seventh circle of hell. Continue reading

The Dickens Inn, St Katherine Docks

Corporate Tudor aesthetic rules triumphant over Gekko-on-water leisurezone. Continue reading

The Thomas Cubitt, Elizabeth St SW1

Because sometimes, Victoria Bus Station’s refugee-camp chic doesn’t quite hit the spot. Continue reading

Royal Oak, Tabard St

“A curious mix of yeasty wartime nostalgia and Costcutter 2-for-1 madness”. That’s what it says here. Continue reading

Inn on the Quay / Spotted Cow, Poole

Spitting banks of cloud, concrete barges, mid-70s shopping centres and megaburgers. Continue reading

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