Twas a cold saturday night (approx -2) and Chad and I had decided to do a pub crawl with a difference. This time, we had chosen the pubs that get overlooked somewhat. These pubs often get labelled as 'crap' or 'don't go there' places, but we like to be fair and give all the landlords in the area an equal cut of our drinking money. Just to let you know, not all the pubs/bars we visited are labelled as 'crap' - we ended up in the centre of Wolverhampton again and went to a couple of the 'usuals'.
     
 

The 'Feathers'. This pub is located at the back of the world famous Molineux football stadium - home to Wolverhampton Wanderers and the team I support. The pub is firmly rooted in the history of Wolverhampton and is generally quiet (except for match days).

Like most small pubs, this one has a pool table conveniently located one foot away from the wall, which gives you a clear disadvantage when it's your turn and the cue ball is at that end.
 

When we entered the pub, there was a bit of Karaoke going on. I like karaoke and I haven't sung for about 4 months, but there was no way I was going to sing here. a) I was sober and b) I would have been singing to an audience of 10. No Thanks.

In all fairness, this is a fairly shit pub with a mix of local thieves and roughness. Am I a snob? Yeah.
 
The bar refused to give me any more 20 pence coins as they had nearly run out. I was still hungry though.
 

The Wanderer. Obviously named after the Wolves team, this bar had an overhaul a couple of years back. IT was completely re-designed and was often referred to as 'cool', 'trendy' and other names that young, hip mid-twenties people use to describe a good place to go.

However, it's reputation has declined and the type of person who used to frequent this bar has probably moved onto the next new thing. This bar is also next to the stadium and is always busy on a matchday, but was dead when we went in! I was wondering where everyone was on a Sat night in Wolves!!
 

The pub really was that empty. It was about 10pm I think and there were only 5 of us here including the barmaid.

I'm not entirely sure what the significance is of the stuffed pig above the TV on the left.
And so we move on. This pub is called the Wheatsheaf. Again, Chad could not refuse the delight and playfulness of the fruit machine. He did actually win this time though!
 
Like most dodgy pubs, there's always dodgy people. This woman claimed to be 38 or something similar. I'm not entirely convinced. Anyway, The smoke that is eminating from her hand is that of the ejaculation of string from a party popper. Where did we get them? Chad brought them with him. We had about 4 each and decided to let them off in the worst of pubs as a kind of 'celebration'.
Why do I always feel nervous when the police are around? Guilty conscience? Perhaps.
 

This is the City Bar. It was once called 'King's Jazz Bar' - they never played any jazz and was always full, all three floors of the place.

We walked in and the barmaid was making coffee. What has Wolverhampton turned into? It was about 11:30pm on a Saturday night and people were drinking coffee? Was I missing something? We left without ordering a drink. Not only beacause of the coffee, but we were 2 of about 10 people in there. So where was everybody on a saturday night? Surely not everyone was at home watching the X-Factor final?
 

Yippee! People!

We moved onto the Cuban Exchange bar. Another party popper was released in celebration of finding some people who wanted to consume a lot of alcohol.
 
This is my 'cooorrrrrr, look at her' look.
 
Chad's obsession with a nice arse gets documented again. This time, he's looking at the one on the left.
 

We move on again - this time to another favourite of ours - The Quadrant.

It's not very often you get to see a bouncer having so much fun. I think it was one of the bouncers - I had drunk a fair amount by now and was having trouble with my vision.