Roses are dead / Violets are too / Cards are printed on dead wood / Valentines is poo So here we are, Singles Night at Bar Uborka (Ubarka?) We’d thought about an Al Capone theme-night, but I couldn’t think of … Continue reading
Welcome to 22, Windsor Gardens. Home of Paddington, and his infamous cocktail bar with Lyle acting as the Chief Barsteward. (And some would say Brian Cant, although I think that may just be the Cockernee Element of the crowd) “Oi, … Continue reading
It’s Friday, it’s 11am, and that means it’s – crackerjack! Oh no, it’s time for the bar to open. Today’s theme, in light of Pete’s revisiting of the Bowie years, the ongoing Yewtree-based news, and the general randomness of the … Continue reading
I have decreed that today’s cocktails should be in honour of cats. I know! Cats! On the internet! How can we have not done this before? The reasons for choosing cats are manifold. Firstly, Lisa‘s cat died on Wednesday, and … Continue reading
I’m spending lots of January chilling. I’m on a kind of belated Christmas holiday. Today, for example, I’ve spent pretty much the entire day in my pyjamas watching the first two Lord Of The Rings films with Karen and Maisy.
Well, there it is then. Yulevent, all done and dusted. I’ve enjoyed reading the various contributions, some people writing about their particular modus Christmerandi, others writing about particular events that have influenced how they experience the season, and others picking … Continue reading
Welcome to Panto Bar, secret hangout of underground Panto players. What? You didn’t know? Well it’s a secret innit?
I don’t know where the regular staff is– buried in tinsel or stuck in a pudding for all I know, perhaps they were abducted by pirates! That’s right, it’s Pantomime Season. Whether you’re classical commedia dell’art or Berwick Kaler Dame, … Continue reading