Secret Drinker

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.

You don’t need me to tell you this pub serves up magnificent food. But is it any good for a drink?

Anyone after a good night out won’t go too far wrong with a trot to this pub.

I’m not quite sure what it says about us as a society that these days this village has three chip shops, two Co-ops but just one pub.

Sometimes a drink costs the sort of silly money that makes you question whether you should neck it or insure it.

I must admit to getting pangs of barfly envy at this pub.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been so pleased to see a rat in a pub.

For this week’s pint, I thought it was time I took a trip back to a place I’d not visited for at least 20 years.

Arguably in one of the most picturesque settings, the pictures inside this pub aren’t bad either.

Walking into the Plough Inn was like taking a trip back in time. A time I miss.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked into this bar, and I’m not sure I was much wiser 10 minutes later.

I’d not even made it to the bar at the Whichcote Arms before I was having my groin sniffed and I should have expected nothing less.