Wood is half ful.

Pub 259. The Fulwood, 1st April 2014.

By the time you've managed to reach the bar in the Fulwood, you're certainly ready for a drink if you weren't before - it's a long walk. And sadly they've only got lagers when you've got there.
It also gives the two drunken suited buffoons a good run-up so one could walk into me with full force. The table of suited lads were a bit boorish as they tried to out-piss-take each other so I sat outside.

The passage it's on is quite pleasant. The two drunk blokes after visiting the toilet together gave their bottle of wine to a couple of girls and staggered off. I drank my lager as the evening warmth faded. And went home.

Taking a bung.

Pub 258, Davy's Bar & Grill. 1st April 2014.

Yikes! A wine bar?! But one apparently offering real ales. And it doesn't look to wine-bary so let's take a look. On asking for the ales, the very nice and smartly dressed wine-barman told me it was down stairs I was after. So down to the Bung Hole Cellar I went.

This is the door straight down to the cellars. Impressively plain for such a fancy place.

Anyways, once down stairs we find ourselves in what is for all intents and purposes a proper pub. Of the two ales on I went for the Davy's Wallop at £3.60 or £3.80, and it was very nice. I expect the Scotch egg at £5.95 would be very very nice!
The clientele were mainly gentlemen of certain on some kind of renuion or regular meet up downing the Wallop, and a load of young legal eagle go-getters, quaffing stuff in tall glasses from ice buckets.

I don't know why they don't give it a proper name though, or do they want to keep it sounding like a wine bar? Probably. But don't fear, it's not too bad.

Needs a polish.

Pub 257. Bar Polksi, 1st April 2014.

What makes a Polish Bar Polish? By calling it a Polish sounding name. Not a lot else seems very Polish in here, unless your average Pole likes drinking in a bland concrete box with metal furniture.
Mind you one of the three draft beers was Polish. But I'm sure the fridges and optics were bristling with Polish intoxicating goodies. And the menu did look very Polish to be fair.
At £4.60 for a pint of Meantime Pale Ale (I'm sure that was right - but it sounds unlikely now... or does it!?) I'm not sure how many jobbing builders would come here often, and that would probably account for why everyone that was in were young English professionals.