Still in The Glebe Hotel, Stoke

Joules Brewery blond does not taste like a lemon, like English blonds usually do. The brand is a reinvention but uses the original well, and does taste good.

 

The Glebe Hotel, Stoke

Joules Brewery pub. Like the Slumbering Monk. The lass was too shy to give her name, but did talk to me, so she’ll obviously talk to anybody.

 

Wizzing past Wembley. I’ve been there recently, twice!

 

At the Britannia, Euston

The start of me hols! One night in Stoke.

 

Goodbye to beard. After.

 

Goodbye to beard. Before. The budgie is sat on a Gandalf I made at 15. The cross is my mother’s idea.

 

A family trip to dad’s grave.

Basil drove me and ma to her Orthodox Church in Brookwood Cemetery. She got communion and was still buzzing when we finally persuaded her to go to bed many hours after we got back.