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
“Is this the right place?” “This is the address on the invitation.”
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
Welcome all. We’ve hired a cricket pavilion for Lisa’s birthday, there’s a band playing Brown Eyed Girl, and what more do you need. First to the bar is Lyle, who has chosen a drink to channel the typical fearlessness of … Continue reading
Today is Lisa‘s 40th birthday (I’m allowed to divulge that information because she has already done so). So today’s cocktails will be in honour of that. However, there’s a twist. Along with your toast, you must give her a handy … 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