old before your time outChoosing your poison.

A brief reason for being

Whingeing from a recumbent position, and going to the pub. Two of life's great activities.

This blog is an amalgamation of them both, as I argue the case for and against various pubs around Britain. Whoopty-do.

A splendid, wooden, wonky-ceilinged, roaring fire-laden hostelry, found in the warm centre of this small town in the Welsh Black Mountains. To gaze at the fine and estimable frontage of the Bear is to behold all that is great about pubs: namely, booze, rickety architecture and ivy.

See, here's the kind of picture you need to accompany a pub review. Shame I had to wander around the internet to find someone else's pictures to nick, eh? You just can't get the staff these days. Thanks, team Geograph!.

To be completely straight with all and sundry, my memory of the brands of ale on show is a touch on the hazy side, but suffice it to say this is one of the all-time great pubs. Friendly, large chairs, surrounded by stunning scenery, and what’s more after you’ve had a few you can burn it off with a walk along the banks of the River Usk. Gorgeous.

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