Tonight we're gonna party like it's 1998.

As much as I love a busy, full-on weekend, every now and again one like this turns up.

I do hope things are quiet at work today!

Handy tip :-> For best appreciation of this video, play in full screen with the volume turned up as loud as it will go.

Beer monsters!

Years ago, a wise beer hero advised me that getting my beer too close to cider could cause a hideous, flesh eating monster to grow inside of it.
I must confess that I chuckled a little at the notion of this, though the cautious side of me has always steered my pint as far away from the appley nonsense as I can get it.
Unfortunately, since my local changed hands around six weeks ago, the place has become so busy that you're now hard pushed to find a slot on the bar for your drink, resulting in my breaking the habit of a drinking lifetime last night and plonking it right next to the Biddy's handpump.

I may start taking my own little table to the pub with me.

A heavily laden pair of sacks.

I won't bore you with the details of how these handsome bags were emptied into our production team's vessels, nor how their contents were assimilated into several damned fine firkins.

I will suggest that if you'd like to try some for yourself, you may want to visit the brewery tomorrow (12/10/14), from 10am onwards, for our Green Hop Ale extravaganza.

Go lads.

One of the regular punters (you can set your watch by his movements, I'm told) in The Monefiore Arms was so chuffed by the bargain misprinted tee-shirt he'd picked up for a quid yesterday, that noone had the heart to point out the possibility of a misinterpretation of the message that his favourite brewery was trying to get across.

To save him any further embarrassment, I felt I should hide the poor fella's identity.

The Elan Volley Road.

Spending as much time out on the road as I do, I often come across road signs that some wag has hacked about a bit, presumably to lend a little mirth and ease the stress of those who find driving rather testing (of whom there seems to be no shortage IMHO).
Though as you drive along The Elham Valley Road, through Lyminge and Etchinghill, someone(s?) with far too much time, scrapers and paint on their hands appears to have raised this vandalism to a level approaching art.

I'm sure this must annoy the council enormously, who seem to prefer the boot being firmly on the other foot, but for those poor souls heading into Folkestone, it does take the sting out of their grim purpose, somewhat.

Oldometer.

It's taken five and a half long and grueling years to get her there, but yesterday I finally managed to knock around five grand off the value of our dray wagon without crashing it this time.
I'm sure that they'll be their usual kind of pleased with me back at HQ.

Look out for birthday celebrations this coming weekend!