Though the aftermath from Saturday night has me shaking slightly at the idea of doing a beer top ten, it’s as good a topic to tackle as any… It’s an extremely tough call, as always, and I can’t wait to
Nine hundred bottles of beer on the wall, nine hundred bottles of beer…
I’m sure the plodding count of my Facebook collection is completely riveting reading for all concerned, but it seems a shame to have celebrated reaching 800, to then let 900 paddle past without mention. So firstly, congrats to Sam Brooke,
Bring on the vitamin D
Incredible: 10 minutes of sunshine on a Friday and this is what you get. It’s impossible to tell whether there’s been a fire drill, or if people have just bunked off early for a pint. Good job I’m still beavering
The joy of beer
In mid-March, former housemate & distiguished gentleman Bushy called upon me to join him for a weekend’s beer-festivalling, and as I couldn’t find a flaw anywhere in this plan, I did so. Our goal was the historic brewing gem of
Oh look, a Christmas market!
Having just arrived back from my holiday, it seems only fair that I now write about my previous holiday. After all, without this sort of carry on how am I ever to make it appear as if I do nothing
Mmm… Beer….
This project of writing up my Vegas trip is proving more difficult than I thought, so in the meantime, I’d like to document my enthusiasm and surprise for the particular part of south London I’ve spent the last 12 or