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Last weekend included a brew day. The Melange Lambic(ish) has been made, and initially emerged into the world more with a limping gait than a full throttle charge towards funky sour goodness. It has now been officially classed as an experiment (some might say cock-up). I opted for a malty...

I haven't been doing much work in the brewery, because my Missus wants me to do work on the house. To be fair, I do have form for this! Our last house was purchased against her wishes, but I promised her faithfully I would do it up. I did, although much of the work was finished 17 years later...

Last year I moved from a small tiny cramped house in the South of England to a sprawling money-pit in the Northest bit of North Lincolnshire, where amongst the acreage was a small orchard including apple and pear trees. The original plan was to split them and produce cider and perry, but as is...

We've all been there; you're just getting ready to sparge and someone (usually a significant other or a child, both of whom you can't really punch) strides into the kitchen/bathroom expecting to make tea/get washed/fill a bucket of water to put out a fire. You try and explain that you're at a...

I remember the first time I snogged Louise Brockbank. She was tall, gangly, wore spectacles like bottle bottoms and made a weird nasal sound when she was excited. I didn't want any of my mates to see me with her so we nipped around the back of the White Bear. There, amongst the empties, I became...