I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.

Following a few recent expenditures, I'm afraid I've had to tighten my belt a little bit.
As a consequence, I'll be designing my own Christmas cards this year.
Though I do genuinely feel that this adds a little personal love to the message!

Light duties.

When the final fermenting vessel to complete our set finally arrived at the brewery yesterday, we all looked forward to the long, hard slog of getting into place.
Though when our Jon, a genius of lateral thinking, suggested that we fill it with nitrous oxide gas, which is ten times lighter than helium, it suddenly became a one-man job.
In fact, it made such light work of it that once we'd popped it into place and let the gas out of it, we all fell about on the floor, laughing hysterically.

Hats off to you, Think Tank Jon!

Intercontinental Invaders.

Thanks to Steve, Jon and all who were along, for a great night out on Halloween! xxx

Apologies for not being able to include the following photos in the video, but I managed to overwhelm Microsoft Movie Maker with everything you'll see in it.
It showed a lot of promise, that program, but failed in the end.
Please feel free to play with the pictures as you see fit.
Click the link below to watch the video.
 
Intercontinental Invaders

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.