IdiotBrewing
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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 a man. Well, I didn't really, but a seed was sown that I reaped once I became a man.
She came closer to me, her tongue flapping like a piece of liver, but I pushed Louise to one side and said, 'Smell that! It's glorious!'
It might have been the dregs in the bottles from a mountain of crates or the slops they'd tipped down the drain, but that smell of beer on a hot afternoon has stayed with me for some 40 years, and I still get a tingle down my spine every time I smell it.
I've dabbled with kitchen sink brewing over the years, seeking out advice from any source I can find (including this fine forum), but with a recent move giving me a bit more space, I've decided to jump in with both feet (metaphorically of course) to both brewing and this place.
Who knows? With a bit of advice I might even get good at this lark!
She came closer to me, her tongue flapping like a piece of liver, but I pushed Louise to one side and said, 'Smell that! It's glorious!'
It might have been the dregs in the bottles from a mountain of crates or the slops they'd tipped down the drain, but that smell of beer on a hot afternoon has stayed with me for some 40 years, and I still get a tingle down my spine every time I smell it.
I've dabbled with kitchen sink brewing over the years, seeking out advice from any source I can find (including this fine forum), but with a recent move giving me a bit more space, I've decided to jump in with both feet (metaphorically of course) to both brewing and this place.
Who knows? With a bit of advice I might even get good at this lark!
