The Brit

Formerly known as The Britannia Arms, The Brit has been rebranded and has now got a British theme to it. The main reason we'd called in was based on a recommendation from local Paul that it was a good place to eat, though as British as the pub claimed to be, there was no sign of traditional British dish Chicken Tikka Masala on the pub's extensive menu.

There was some Cockney rhyming slang on a sign behind the bar though it was possibly put there as a distraction from the bar's extortionate beer prices, I got very little change from a Lady Godiva for my pint of Ringwood Best Bitter.

We took up residence on a table by a load of logs. I will avoid any predictable toilet related gags at this point..

How dishy I look in my summery attire of salmon pink tee-shirt and light grey shorts !!

We were joined by our friend Anita who had travelled down from London for the weekend. We decided that food was now long overdue as we didn't want to risk a return visit to Alikebabra where we had dined in some style the previous evening.

We thought Maria was over the worst of her hangover but the snail pace in which she approached eating her burger meant that all was not well and she required some fresh air outside mid meal. I felt her pain, I too suffered a similar relapse when we were out with them in London. Drinking with Shelley and her brother Craig is obviously bad for your health !!

A band was setting up as we were finishing off our final drink, their name Mother UKers was a good one as they were a ukulele ensemble. Seeing as none of us were George Formby fans we made tracks before we were subjected to songs about window cleaning or little sticks of Blackpool rock !!

UPDATE 20th July

This was one pub too many if you ask me, don't get me wrong Shelley will undoubtedly confirm the fact that I am a big fan of one for the road, but a long weekend of drinking had taken its toll during our impromptu Sunday afternoon/early evening session. All this tired little soldier wanted was a curry and bed but we decided to call into The Brit before heading to the curry house.

I had abandoned my real ale principles much earlier in the day so rather than a pint of Ringwood Best Bitter I chose a bottle of Mexican beer Sol as I was struggling for room by this stage, well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, I'd got room but that was reserved for a lamb bhuna with garlic naan.

I was definitely feeling quite drunk and I'm ashamed to say that I decided my needs were special enough to justify the use of the pub's disabled toilet as I could not be bothered to walk through the pub to go to the gents.

The fact that there was a burlesque performance in the pub barely registered with me, I was in curry mode and this shows in the photo I took in the pub for this blog. I knew I had to take a photo so I just picked up the camera and pointed it at our group..

Can we go now?!! Pur -lease?!!..