The G & D stands proudly on a corner in Argyle Street full to the rafters with elderly topers.

Another sausage dinner after a thirsty day out drinking loads of beer was squirted, yes, I said squirted with HP sauce.

Never in the field of human conflict have so many Polish peas stood fast with their over stretched English other roast dinner ingredients.

The doors are open.

This is the Garrick Snug in sunny downtown Birkenhell. It's just one small room inside and you mustn't use the toilets unless you have a drink in there.

Cheesy scrambled hen fruit begs for mercy on a newly elected slab of toast. It was eventually stabbed with a rustic fork and driven gobward with the aid of an elbow.

Happy daze.

This is "man." He sits on a train between Chester and Liverpool. He is wearing dirty trousers and smells unpleasant. Is he the same "man" who once startled a little boy by throwing a cake out of a caravan window?

Our New Zealand correspondent sent us this picture. It purports to be a Christmas Dinner, Kiwi style but details are sketchy.

The Wolsey Arms as seen from Woodside, Birkenhead. It is known as the "Cuckoo" as it once had a very ornate cuckoo clock in the bar. Behind it can be seen the top part of Birkenhead Town Hall where you can get married if you want to.

2wo dishes from the far side of the world have been sent to us by our New Zealand correspondent. They both appear to be some kind of weird antipodean stir-fry construction.

A heavy load of fish and chips has been sprayed with a not unreasonable amount of squirty HP sauce after a session in the Mighty Argyll.

It was backed up with 2wo rounds of Vegemite on toast and an early night.

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all our readers.

This time Mr. Muff provided me with chicken and black pudding sausages.

It's curtains for Mr.Walls.