A slightly later start this year. But with the same traditional Christmas breakfast: a bacon sarnie and fino sherry. It's a match made in heaven.
I hope at least one of you bastards is going to make the effort this year and drink along. Sometimes I wonder why I do this.
The kids are still asleep, obviously. Just as well as they've no beer left. They've managed to finish off two crates of Heineken since Saturday. Pissheads. I honestly don't know where they get it from. I tell a lie. Alexei has just awoken and said to Dolores: "Mmm, I can smell bacon." Frying bacon is always a good way to get him up.
Now I just need to consult Jamie to see how lon g I need to roast the duck.
News, nuggets and longreads 21 September 2019: Catalonia, cask, cans - Here’s a week’s worth of reading about beer and pubs, from Catalan hops to cask ale. For Birraire, Joan Villar-i-Martí has written at length about Jordi ...
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