After last night's Black Country bar crawl the only thing to sort this lady out is goats' cheese, green tomato chutney and rocket served on a crusty bread sandwich with a bowl of home-made chunky chips on the side. Trouble is that although our favourite local has a fine array of local ales and a tempting menu it's also the bar of choice for the footballers' wives and braying wannabes so there's no chance of slinking in wearing last night's beer stained clothing.
Candy stripe sun dress (Second hand shop), Pussybow jacket (Market), Elbow-length kid skin gloves, tooled leather bag, Ted Lapidus sunglasses (all vintage), Cherry red wedges (TopShop about three years ago)
Introducing our beautiful Czech friends to the delights of the traditional British ale house.
Behind the bar at the Brittania, Upper Gornal, Dudley
Roll-ups, pork scratchings and real ale make for happy boys. (Mine's the one in the Tootal scarf)
I scored this 1950's handbag for £1.99 in my local hospice shop a month ago.
Surprisingly despite the 4pm start there were no sore heads this morning, possibly helped by the bag of chips we both scoffed on the way home at 1am this morning.
Hope equally good weekends have been had by all.