Brew Zone; I
Can't Believe I just f*cking did that!!! It's old age, mate. Half a life time ago I used to just knock up a brew, chatting and scratching my behind as I went. It was as easy and natural as ..... well ... 'a natural action'. Ended up with a bit of malt extract on ye finger? It'd wash off.
Maybe I knew so much less in those days I simply had less to have a breakdown over - and got lucky?
Max The Man; I suspect, if I offered You a pint of my (to me, perfectly acceptable) Wherry? Ye'd spit it out and then attack me.
Myself? I honestly don't know my " Hoppy " from my " Malty " yet. I
do know " Fruity " from " SINK! " though. I seek only a palatable, clear - where required - pint, to prove to my mates that it's not all about liquid Benzadrine.
On your insinuation though, I shall let this one run. I'm out of kits. Out of cash. The Dog nearest me has just farted to show he's eaten something I certainly never gave him!
We'll see.
For the record?

<--- Still smiling. Accepting the 'Teething Problems' and Looking Forward; The Faith clutched to my heart. Done it before. Do it again ~ just older so slower ..... and more 'little slips'!
