From the dusty archives of Beer Haiku Daily, a poem from – and I am not making this up – Creepy McGritts called – and I am not making this up either – “Contribution Friday“:
The kettle boils
Hops aroma fills the air
New life has begun
From The Wellingtonian, my latest column gives a much maligned bar another look in “The pub with no (Loaded Hog) beer“:
It’s a fantastic-looking venue but ultimately disappointing. I left feeling like Jeremy Clarkson if he had been admiring a beautiful new Jaguar only to find the V8 engine had been replaced with the motor from a Tickle Me Elmo.