Secret Drinker

You shouldn’t always trust your first impressions, but sometimes even I get things correct.

It’s been said that every day is a school day. Well, I left this pub learning two vital pieces of information.

A microbrewery at a renovated windmill, you say? I’d be crazy not to check this out.

I’m going to have to start with the menu. Oh yes, the menu.

I may have learned a valuable lesson in the Great British understatement.

The first thing you notice about this pub is the sheer enormity of the place.

I suppose heading to the pub is pretty similar to going to the football - it’s always more in hope than expectation.

There’s always been something comforting about walking into a pub and being greeted by shelves and shelves of silverware.

A busy car park is usually a good indicator that you’re about to head into a decent pub.

If I had a pound for every time I heard someone say politics should be kept out of football I’d have enough dosh to pay Man City’s legal bills.

A person can live or die by their decisions at the jukebox.

You’d think that if this column had taught me anything by now it would be that you should never judge a pint by its pump… or a pub by its facade.

You’ve heard about the eye and the arm, but what about the Nelson Butt?

I’m noticing a bit of a worrying trend on the high street, but thankfully this Blue pub shirks that.

Few pubs look as picture postcard perfect as the Red Lion - but could it live up to its setting?

I’m sure a few of you may have woken up behind bars after a heavy night, but have you ever had a beer in a former prison?

Our attention is turning to long, boozy afternoons in the sunshine so I decided it should be my mission to find the perfect beer garden.

“How can I make your day better with beer?”

Every drinker likes a BOGOF offer, so I think it’s only fair I get in on the action.

Sometimes you just walk into a pub and know it’s going to be fun. And this one kept me entertained until the end.