Chez Bruce, Fine Wine, Crystal Palace

My mate Big Phil often asks me on a Friday: “Oikball tomorrow, Fowlers?”.  Phil’s not a toff, but he is a terrible snob, and reckons that the terraces of Selhurst Park, or any other football ground in the country, are chock full of society’s worst every other Saturday.  When I put it to him that, […]

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Beer

Why do so many people drink and eat rubbish?  Nuggets, that sort of thing.  And lager.  A lager at the end of the day is hard to beat, I concede.  But drinking pints of tasteless chemical fizz in the pub is something I just don’t understand when decent ale is available. Pre-football on a Saturday, […]

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