…they’d probably be nothing like this! Yesterday I attended what might be the most miserable beer festival in my life. And I’ve been to a few. It was in a marquee, it was raining, it was cold and it was windy. There was straw all over the ground and it smelled (smelt?) like a cattle market without the poo. Apparently …
Finally done it!
Well (as the B52’s song says), here it is. I ‘ve been thinking of starting a blog for ages but never got around to it. It’s just somewhere to vent my spleen about all the shit that happens. I might even post about nice things too… We’ll see.