Proper wanky booze, man.

Yeah man, in Gas Street Basin now

Alroyyyyyyyyyt!!

Well, we’ve supped a few in here before, there’s one on the balcony there.

It’s a wuluf!!

Still the best boozer in Brum.

Eating out again, me.

I’m still in the pub, man.

Three legged mad cat Amber, spread out trying to cool down.

The ‘keeper has a lot to answer for…

The look of disgust and indifference is palpable.

I remember this one too?! Oor Gorrie.

🤣 Blimey, did those a while ago!

Now then…

He was always a bit cool wasn’t he? But chucking this out just before dying is bloody flipping good man.

Yep, apologies man. But your cat ain’t going to worry about such‘wokeness’. This is my cat, Amber. She’s only got three legs, it’s hilarious seeing her tightroping the fence, the mad ginge.

Now playing. Ooohhh ‘Picture Box’ theme now. Worra memory walk through.

Oh aye, Hugo. Mad as a bus, he is.

Ooh arr.

Attic Quarter Amber Ale at The Attic Brewery. Rather canny, I rec.

Eating out.

Well now…

Cheers man.

Me, @fuzzster69.bsky.social and that Mike Joyce.

Up back home in Newcastle to meet and have a pint with Wor Daisy. So pleased she chose there to go to Uni. She bloody loves it man.

Late St. Patrick’s Day post because I’ve finished off the Teelings. But this. This, blinkin’ flip, is bliddy good man.

Decent Guiness in here, obviously, I’ll tell you that for nowt. The Spotted Dog, Digbeth.