In which I encounter a second burger skewered to a plank of wood.
In which I confuse a barmaid with a side-splittingly clever double-pun concerning venison burgers.
Let me make this perfectly clear: if I'd wanted to eat food off a plank of wood, I'd have been born in the Middle Ages.
A woman with two bottles on her head.
Study shows the louder the music in pubs, the faster you drink.
Fitz and I go to the pub.
Photo of The Marlbororough (sic) Arms.
In which Stense and I visit a family hostile pub.
Carolyn compliments me on my sausage.
Tax alcohol more says top doctor.