Wow, the customers are dickish in the Lodge but the staff is grand. To be fair, the clientele probably are all from this part of Shirley which is kind of the West Ruislip of the West Midlands but take a good long look at your aspirationally Middle Class asses.
Can you tell I wasn’t impressed with this visit? And, to be fair, my running kit makes me look like a vagrant but my money is as good as theirs.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 