Eight Ace has taught me one thing. Beer talks louder than words. Louder even than really shouty words. Screamed by a psycopath.
Which is what I've been taken for after one of my Scottish rants. Use the words "Scotland" and "beer" in the same sentence and my kids dash screaming to their rooms. "Run, Lexie, run. Dad's going to explain Shilling Ales again."
The time for explaining and even shouting is done. Beer can talk for itself. Time for Scottish beer to come in, sit down and have a chat.
Liquid arguments. That's what I'm after. Bottle bullets.
Brew our Scottish recipes*. Professionals and homebrewers. Let's brew Scottish beer and see what it effing tastes like. I can't be the only one that's curious.