Another of my little videos. In this one, I discuss my recipe for 1940 Drybrough P 60/. It's one I recently published on the blog.
I rise at 8:45. I'm such a good boy, me.
I have time to write up yesterday before the kids get up. It starts pissing it down just as Alexei rises.
"I guess that rules out visiting Niagara Falls." Alexei says.
“Correct. I don’t fancy a day of getting wet.” I reply.
“You’re always pretty wet, Dad.” Alexei quips.
“Haha, very funny.”
“At least I’m funnier than you.”
We had two options for today: visit Niagara Falls or go to a couple of museums in Toronto. The latter being our bad weather plan. Looks like we'll be implementing that.
When Andrew finally drags his sorry arse out of bed, the kids go to the supermarket for some food. Not for breakfast. For later. We have other breakfast plans.
I find what looks like a really good diner between here and our first museum stop; the Royal Ontario Museum. We jump in an Uber and get to the Golden Diner at around noon.
It’s really pissing it down. Just as well it’s only a short dash to the stairs down to the door of the diner.
It's quite a bit larger than the other two diners we've visited. With very much a retro feel. Lots of four-person booths. Though it’s a squeeze for just the three of us. It doesn’t look like it’s been remodelled in many decades. Exactly the sort of diner I like.
The menu is larger, too. We're seated in a booth with a flickering light, which is slightly disconcerting. It doesn’t make reading the menu any easier.
“What does that say?” I ask Andrew, pointing at the menu. “I didn’t bring my glasses.”
“Why on earth not? Given how blind you’re getting.”
“Don’t rub it in.”
“I’m turning into your carer. You’ll be asking me to wipe your bottom next. No wonder you invite us along on holiday. What do you do when you travel on your own?”
“I get by OK.”
“And probably remember to always take your glasses with you. Unlike when you’re with us.”
“I remember most of the time.”
“Occasionally is more accurate.”
“Fuck off.”
“Winning the argument with your dazzling wit again, eh, Dad?”
For once, we all order a breakfast. Even Andrew. The breakfasts are very competitively priced, with Andrew's only around $13 Canadian. Andrew gets himself a bottle of Molson. I ask for a gin and tonic. But they have no tonic. I just get a shot of gin and mix it with the orange juice that comes with my breakfast.
Which includes something called peameal bacon. What the fuck is that? Turns out it’s back bacon with a crust of peameal. It’s pretty tasty. Is that just an Ontario thing?
The food is pretty good. Even Andrew manages to eat most of his. Me and Alexe gobble down what he can't manage. Alexei always has a healthy appetite.
Another Uber soon has us at the Royal Ontario Museum. Which is pretty busy. We’re wearing coats on account of the rain. But they’re a bit too warm when we’re inside.
We have a limited amount of time and restrict ourselves to a couple of the rooms. Kicking off with the Chinese and Korean bits. Followed by Africa and the Pacific. Finishing with the first nations. Unfortunately, the latter is a little rushed. Which is a shame as they have some fascinating exhibits.
Yet another Uber takes us to the Toronto Railway Museum. Which is right next to the Rogers Centre where we saw the baseball yesterday.
It's quite a small museum, with most of the rolling stock exhibits outside. The rest is in part of the former roundhouse. They have a pretty good train simulator which Andrew has a go on.
Once we're done, we drop by the Steam Whistle Brewery, which is also in the roundhouse. It's much busier than yesterday.
The beer range isn’t the most extensive. I have the hazy IPA again. Which is OK, if sludgy. The kids stick with Pilsner. At least for the first round. Andrew then switches to cider. He’s quite keen on cider, as is Alexei. They usually give it a try, when it’s on draught.
They're showing the Blue Jays game, which is taking place just a couple of hundred metres away. Then suddenly it changes and England vs France for World Cup third place is on.
"I'm surprised that they switched off the baseball to show this.” I remark.
“They probably expect the Blue Jays to lose again.” Andrew chimes in.
“That’s probably true.”
England are frustratingly good in the first half. With their second team.
"Why didn't they play like this against Argentina?" Andrew asks.
“Good question.” I reply.
We leave at half time, as I'm recording the game on Ziggo. With England 4-0 up.
It takes us a while to return to our hotel, as we get caught up in the traffic leaving the baseball. We barely move 200 metres in 20 minutes. Once clear, though, we’re back in a jiffy.
Back in the hotel, we rig up my flipflop to the TV and start watching the second half. France is like a different team. Getting the score back to 4-3.
"Why didn't France play like this against Spain?" Andrew asks.
“Another good question.”
“Or in the first half, for that matter?”
“Couldn’t be arsed?”
“That’s a bit stereotypical isn’t it, Dad?”
“I just meant that it didn’t really look like that they were trying. Not that they were typical lazy Frenchies.”
“Daad.”
“What?”
“You can’t say things like that.”
“I told you: I didn’t mean that.”
“But you just said it.”
“To say that I didn’t mean it.”
“I give up.”
A flurry of goals at the end of the second half leaves the score at 6-4 to England. Easily the most entertaining game of the World Cup. And I'm sure way better than tomorrow's final will be.
Game watched, we head off to the Distillery District. Which is just around the corner. Easy to reach on foot. And home to a couple of breweries.
We start at Old Flame Brewery. Which claims to have won the most awards for Canadian craft Lager.
“That sounds just down your Strasse, Andrew.”
“It does.”
Andrew likes a good Lager. And he is, indeed, very pleased with his Helles. My Dunkles isn't quite up to the same standard, but still decent.
Which is more than can be said for some of the karaoke going on just behind us.
“Do you fancy moving on, kids?”
“Can do." Alexei says. "There's another brewpub just down the street.”
Which the Mill Street Brewery indeed is. It only takes a minute or two to get there. Even old slowcoach me.
On entering, a waitress takes us through a couple of rooms to a table towards the rear. It’s pretty full.
We order beers and think about ordering some side dishes. Which we do. Kicking off with gyozas and prawns. Both of which are excellent. So good, we order more food. Pierogis and poutine.
"That's easy to remember. They both start with the letter p." Alexi says, helpfully.
The kids order another beer. After more than five minutes, it hasn't arrived. We ask our waiter and he seems to have forgotten.
"I'll bring you free beers." He says, apologetically. Which he does.
"I really like this place." Alexei says. "If it was in Amsterdam, I'd come every day.”
Praise indeed.
“It’s a nice enough place, but I wouldn’t want to come every day. Unlike the Cardigan Arms, where I could happily spend the rest of my life.” I reply.
“So, for another couple of months?” Andrew says, cheekily.
“Fuck off, you twat. I’m good for at least another year.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, the way you’ve been coughing.” Alexei says.
He has a point. Which I prove with a bout of coughing.
“See what I mean?” Alexei exclaims triumphantly.
We don't stay out too late, leaving at around 23:00.
Back in the room, I drink some of the Canadian wine I bought earlier. and the kids get stuck into some beer. While watching “It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia”.
I turn in at 00:30. I need my kip. And want to be up early for travelling. Yippee!
Golden Diner
105 Carlton St.,
Toronto, ON M5B 1M1.
https://golden-diner.com/
Steam Whistle Tap Room
255 Bremner Blvd,
Toronto, ON M5V 3M9.
https://steamwhistle.ca/
Old Flame Brewing Company
43 Tank House Lane,
Toronto, ON M5A 3C4.
https://oldflamebrewingco.ca/pages/contact-us
Mill Street Brewpub Distillery District Toronto
21 Tank House Lane,
Toronto, ON M5A 3C4.
https://millstreetbrewery.com/en/pubs/toronto-brewpub
| 1960 Drybrough 60/- | ||
| pale malt | 5.00 lb | 75.36% |
| black malt | 0.01 lb | 0.15% |
| flaked maize | 0.75 lb | 11.30% |
| No. 2 invert sugar | 0.75 lb | 11.30% |
| No. 3 invert sugar | 0.13 lb | 1.88% |
| Fuggles 90 min | 0.50 oz | |
| Fuggles 60 min | 0.50 oz | |
| Goldings 30 min | 0.25 oz | |
| Goldings dry hops | 0.50 oz | |
| OG | 1031 | |
| FG | 1010 | |
| ABV | 2.78 | |
| Apparent attenuation | 67.74% | |
| IBU | 17 | |
| SRM | 10 | |
| Mash at | 144 / 159º F | |
| Sparge at | 165º F | |
| Boil time | 90 minutes | |
| pitching temp | 61.5º F | |
| Yeast | WLP028 Edinburgh Ale | |
These are the beers we'll be drinking:
All the beers have been brewed by Butcher's Tears.
It isn't the largest of venues. I suggest either buying tickets in advance or getting there nice and early. You can buy tickets here:
https://butchers-tears.com/product/ron-pattinson-stout-lecture
They cost a very reasonable 25 euros, which includes a glass of all five of the beers.
The evnt will take place at the Bucher's Tears shop:
Butcher's Tears shop
Witte de Withstraat 108,
Amsterdam.
https://butchers-tears.com/
I rise at 8:30, brush my teeth and start writing this nonsense. I have an hour or so before Alexei surfaces.
"What's the plan for today, Dad?" Alexei asks.
“A diner breakfast is always a good place to start.”
“And after that?”
“A trip to the islands. And, of course, the baseball tonight.”
A quick search on the internet throws up the George Street Diner.
"It looks like a classic diner." I say to Alexei, showing him some photos.
“Cool.” He replies.
Eventually, Andrew shows his face. He's up for the diner. Though I doubt he'll be eating. He doesn't do breakfast. Often, he doesn’t do lunch, either.
The plan is breakfast, then a ferry to the islands. As we're running a little late, we get an Uber rather than the tram. We roll up at the diner just after noon. We're lucky and can get a booth.
Again, it's licensed. Andrew gets a tin of lager. While Alexei and I plump for coffee. I order a standard breakfast, Alexei a large one. Andrew isn't going to have any food. Until the waitress tells hm that at busy times, everyone has to order food.
"Why not get a single pancake?" She asks.
“OK.”
He manages to eat the pancake without any trouble. It does look quite nice, thick and fluffy.
The breakfast is pretty good. So I order a large gin and tonic to go with it. I am on holiday, after all.
It's a little after 13:00 when we leave. Which is cutting it a bit fine for the 13:20 ferry. Even though our Uber comes pretty quickly, we're still a few minutes late. The next ferry isn't until 14:20. We have to hang around.
As it gets closer to the time of the ferry, it starts filling up on the quayside.
"I hope we'll be able to get on." I say pessimistically.
“Always positive, eh, Dad.” Andrew retorts.
“Just realistic.”
“You always say that. You’re so predictable.”
“Consistent is how I’d describe it.”
It turns out there was no need to worry. We even get seats. It's not a long journey. Just 10 minutes or so. With wonderful views of the city skyline.
We're headed for a beach on the other side of the islands. Alexei wants to have a dip in the lake. While he changes in the changing rooms, Andrew and I settle into the Beach Bar.
“There are no doors on the changing booths. I had to go into the toilets to change.” Alexei complains. Before heading off for the lake.
It’s a tin of Strongbow for Andrew. Double Jamesons for me. With two ice cubes. It's quite warm in the sun. We switch seats to find some shade. I wouldn't want to get sunburnt.
We have a couple of rounds while Alexei is away, with Andrew switching to draught Molson. I try to buy a round when Alexei returns. But my fucking credit card won't work again. What the fuck is wrong with it? I get Andrew to pay instead.
We're aiming for the 17:00 ferry back to the city. We get to the dock 15 minutes before departure. And there's quite a queue.
"I hope we can get on." I say.
"Don't start with that stuff again, Dad." Alexie replies.
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Stop being so negative.”
We do get on. But have to stand. Not such a problem as it's only 10 minutes or so.
Back at the hotel, we do a bit of quick shopping at the supermarket. Bread, cheese, milk. That sort of stuff. And some beer. I get a six pack of IPA called Amsterdam Boneshaker.
No time to hang around. We have tickets for the baseball tonight. Another Uber gets us to the ground a little after 19:00.
We need entrance 2. Which involves a lot of climbing. Which isn't really my thing at all. The last part in the stand is really steep.
"This would really freak your Mum out." I remark to the kids. I mean being so high up.
It's even freakier because the roof is closed.
“It freaks me out a bit, too, Dad.” Andrew says.
We missed the first innings of the White Sox. Where nothing much seems to have happened. That’s all about to change, though.
After a couple of innings, I say: “How about some beer?”
“I suppose that means you want us to fetch it.” Alexei says.
“Well, you wouldn’t want to make your poor old Dad do all that climbing.”
“Always playing the oldie card, eh?”
The kids do go and fetch tins of beer. Large cans of Budweiser for them, IPA for me.
It’s another high-scoring game. The White Sox get five runs in one innings. Then three in another. Then four. The Blue Jays hit several home runs. But with no-one on the bases, they only get a single run.
The massive video screens are dead impressive. But are flashing stuff so often, accompanied by booming music, at any little break in play, that it becomes rather distracting. And stops the crowd from getting any proper chants going.
A bloke a few seats along does try to get a chant going a few times. “Let’s go Blue Jays.” He shouts. It’s not the most inspiring of calls. A couple of times he does get others to join in. Until the stadium starts blasting music out again.
With the Blue Jays way behind, the crowd starts thinning out after the seventh innings. We leave during the last innings. Mostly because I wanted to be sure of getting to the Steam Whistle Brewery over the road before it closes.
It’s located in a former roundhouse, right next to the railway museum. The interior has impressively high ceilings. And not that many customers. It is late, though.
We arrive just before last orders. The kids get Pilsners, I go for an IPA. It's not the greatest one I've ever drunk. It's OK. We only have time for the one.
The crowds have dissipated a little when we leave the brewery. Though, as the police have closed off some of the roads, we have to walk a bit before we can get an Uber.
Back in the hotel, we eat a little and watch some What We Do in the Shadows. I turn in at 01:30.
The George Street Diner
129 George St,
Toronto, ON M5A 2M6.
http://thegeorgestreetdiner.com/
Steam Whistle Tap Room
255 Bremner Blvd,
Toronto, ON M5V 3M9.
https://steamwhistle.ca/
I rise at 8:30. Obviously, both kids are still sound asleep.
What do I do? Brush my teeth and pour myself an eye-opener. Then start writing this crap. I have to write up stuff on the go, otherwise I forget half of it. That's what happens when you're an old bastard like me.
What's our plan for the day? A diner breakfast to start with. Then a wander around town.
The air isn't quite as bad today. Though still far from clear. It's about a 15-minute walk to White Lily, a compact little diner. Which, fortunately for us, is licensed. I get myself an IPA, Andrew has a cider and Alexei a coffee.
It's exactly the sort of place I want to breakfast. Me and Alexei both go for the standard breakfast with bacon. Andrew orders no food. He isn't really a breakfast person. Unlike me and Alexei.
It's an excellent breakfast, with proper hash browns. Grated raw potato fried up, not one of those horrible triangle lumps.
On the way back, we drop by a supermarket. Where the kids get themselves some beer. While I buy some fruit and cheddar. Oh, and some milk. I need something to mix with the Jamesons.
We laze around for a while back in my room. And watch Cartoon Network.
“What's the Michelob Ultra like?”
"Watery." Andrew replies.
I take a sip.
“Fuck me that's almost completely tasteless.”
“It's not as bad as Bavaria Pils.”
“That's a very low bar.”
He switches to Molson.
“At least this has got some flavour."
At 16:00 we take a tram into the city centre. First, we have a wander to look at the old City Hall. Which is a lovely building. We then carry on to House of McGrath. A brewpub where I'm meeting the brewer, Jeffrey Kurkowski.
He comes to greet us as soon as we get through the door. And soon we have glasses of Kellerbier in our hands. It's very good. I chat away with Jeff, while drinking some of his beers.
I was really looking forward to the Pilsator, brewed to a recipe I sent Jeff. I so love me a Pilsator. And it’s several decades since I last drank one. This one is pretty good, with fairly decent hopping. Jeff has to fetch some from the tank, as it hasn't been packaged yet.
Next, he gets me a Doppelbock, also straight from the fermenter. It’s also excellent. I have quick tour around the brewhouse, which is quite compact.
After a few rounds we get an Uber to Granite Brewery, another brewpub. It has quite a pub-like feel. Which is reinforced by the presence of cask beer. I get a Best Bitter, which is rather pleasant. And very easy to drink.
We order some food. Burgers for me and Alexei. Nothing for Andrew again as he isn't hungry. Now there’s a surprise.
We have a couple of pints, then it's closing time. We take an Uber back to our hotel and have a couple of drinks before it's time for me to go to bed. Though the kids stay up later.
In minutes I'm in the land of slumber.
House of McGrath
75 Victoria St,
Toronto, ON M5C 2B1.
https://www.mcgraths.com/
Granite Brewery & Tied House
245 Eglinton Ave E,
Toronto, ON M4P 3B7.
http://www.granitebrewery.ca/
| 1940 Drybrough P 60/- | ||
| pale malt | 7.00 lb | 89.06% |
| black malt | 0.04 lb | 0.51% |
| No. 1 invert sugar | 0.75 lb | 9.54% |
| malt extract | 0.07 lb | 0.89% |
| Fuggles 135 min | 0.50 oz | |
| Fuggles 60 min | 0.50 oz | |
| Goldings 30 min | 0.50 oz | |
| Goldings dry hops | 0.25 oz | |
| OG | 1036 | |
| FG | 1013 | |
| ABV | 3.04 | |
| Apparent attenuation | 63.89% | |
| IBU | 20 | |
| SRM | 7 | |
| Mash at | 151º F | |
| Sparge at | 170º F | |
| Boil time | 135 minutes | |
| pitching temp | 60º F | |
| Yeast | WLP028 Edinburgh Ale | |
It's not an early start. Our flight isn't until 17:50. Leaving us plenty of time for last-minute packing.
Schiphol is much emptier than I feared. Twenty minutes sees us through all the annoying shit. Passport control is the emptiest I've seen it in years.
We drop by the duty free. The malt whisky is all stupid prices. But there's an offer of 2 litres of Jameson for 40 euros. That'll do.
The lounge is reasonably quiet, too. I have to pay for one of the kids.
“Make sure to eat and drink loads, Lexie. We want to get our money’s worth.”
“You always say that, Dad.”
“Doesn't make it any less valid.”
I know Andrew won't eat fuck all. He never does. Not sure how he survives on the tiny amount he eats.
I'm soon braced by a brace of whiskies. The kids go for boring old Pils.
Alexei gets stuck into the food. Which isn't bad today. I join in the food fun after warming up with a couple of whiskies. Even Andrew eats a couple of wraps. Just to prove me wrong.
We wander down to our gate after the "Go to gate" message comes up on the screen. We're very obedient.
We're further back in the plane than usual. The kids wanted the extra legroom of an emergency exit row. I sit behind them.
It's a relatively short flight. Just 7.5 hours. I've got used to much longer ones. Anything under 10 seems brief.
The food is . . . like KLM food. The main meal is just about edible. But too much rice and not enough chicken.
I watch some stuff on the in-board entertainment. Project Hail Mary, Guardians of the Galaxy, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. It passes the time. Probably not something I would watch at home. Any of them.
As we approach Toronto, it looks pretty murky outside. Forest fires in Ontario. I hope that I'll be able to breathe.
All the entry formalities are soon achieved and we jump on an UP train into the city. It’s a pretty decent service, going along at a good old whack. Taking us to Union Station, a very grand, neoclassical stone building.
From where we take a taxi. It’s not that far. But definitely too far to walk with luggage.
“It smells like barbecue here.” Alexei remarks. “That must be from the forest fires.”
The smoke is noticeable. But not choking. We seem to have missed the worst of it. Which now seems to have moved on to the USA.
Once checked into our hotel, the kids venture out to a convenience store for some snacks and soft drinks. While I get my flipflop fired up.
I've recorded the England World Cup semi-final on Ziggo so we can watch the game. We rig it up to play through the TV. So we don't all have to stare at the tiny laptop screen.
Of course, Argentina wins in the most annoying way possible. The bastards. I don't know if I'll bother watching the final, as I find both teams so irritating. Thankfully, there's enough Jamesons to take off the edge of annoyance.
It's around 6:30 Dutch time when I turn in. Almost getting up time back home. The whisky helps my body to work out that it’s sleepy time.
| Scottish Export/80/- boiling and fermentation in the 1950s | ||||||||
| Year | Brewer | Beer | boil time (hours) | Pitch temp | max. fermen-tation temp | length of fermen-tation (days) | ||
| 1957 | Robert Younger | 80/- | 2 | 2 | 2 | 60º F | 68º F | 7 |
| 1958 | Wm Younger | Export | 60º F | 73.5º F | 7 | |||
| 1958 | Bernard | Pale 1/4 | 1.75 | 60.5º F | 74.5º F | 5 | ||
| 1957 | Maclay | Export | 62.5º F | 70º F | 7 | |||
| 1956 | Drybrough | Export | 61.5º F | 65.5º F | 5 | |||
| Average | 60.9º F | 70.3º F | 6.20 | |||||
| Sources: | ||||||||
| Robert Younger brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number RY/6/1/2. | ||||||||
| William Younger brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number WY/6/1/3/112. | ||||||||
| T & J Bernard brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number TJB6/1/1/1. | ||||||||
| Maclay brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number M/6/1/1/35. | ||||||||
| Drybrough brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number D/6/1/1/7. | ||||||||
Here's a short YouTube video I made about Eighty Shilling.
| Brewers not for sale 1919 - 1936 | |||
| Year | Eng. | Scot. | G.B. |
| 1919 | 1,876 | 3 | 1,879 |
| 1920 | 2,998 | 1 | 2,999 |
| 1921 | 6,174 | 6,174 | |
| 1922 | 7,069 | 7,069 | |
| 1923 | 8,028 | 40 | 8,068 |
| 1924 | 9,423 | 409 | 9,832 |
| 1925 | 8,991 | 476 | 9,467 |
| 1926 | 10,869 | 618 | 11,487 |
| 1927 | 11,427 | 751 | 12,178 |
| 1928 | 12,257 | 842 | 13,099 |
| 1929 | 11,878 | 1,044 | 12,922 |
| 1930 | 11,437 | 1,076 | 12,513 |
| 1931 | 11,462 | 1,088 | 12,550 |
| 1932 | 10,033 | 1,106 | 11,139 |
| 1933 | 10,141 | 1,135 | 11,276 |
| 1934 | 9,549 | 1,197 | 10,746 |
| 1935 | 8,906 | 1,264 | 10,170 |
| 1936 | 8,502 | 1,265 | 9,767 |
| Source: | |||
| "Drink in Great Britain 1900 - 1979", by Gwylmor Prys Williams and George Thompson Brake, 1980, page 367. | |||
| 1933 William Younger Export | ||
| pale malt | 7.25 lb | 58.00% |
| grits | 5.25 lb | 42.00% |
| Cluster 90 min | 2.00 oz | |
| Fuggles 30 min | 2.00 oz | |
| Goldings dry hops | 1.00 oz | |
| OG | 1054 | |
| FG | 1016 | |
| ABV | 5.03 | |
| Apparent attenuation | 70.37% | |
| IBU | 53 | |
| SRM | 4 | |
| Mash at | 156º F | |
| Sparge at | 160º F | |
| Boil time | 165 minutes | |
| pitching temp | 60º F | |
| Yeast | WLP028 Edinburgh Ale | |
This is a YouTube video about this recipe:
And here's a short YouTube video I made about Eighty Shilling.
| Scottish Export/80/- hops in the 1950s | |||||||
| Year | Brewer | Beer | hop 1 | hop 2 | hop 3 | hop 4 | hop 5 |
| 1957 | Robert Younger | 80/- | English | English | |||
| 1958 | Wm Younger | Export | Kent 1956 | Kent 1957 | |||
| 1958 | Bernard | Pale 1/4 | English 1957 | English 1957 | |||
| 1957 | Maclay | Export | English | English | English | Saaz | Styrian |
| 1956 | Drybrough | Export | English | English | |||
| Sources: | |||||||
| Robert Younger brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number RY/6/1/2. | |||||||
| William Younger brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number WY/6/1/3/112. | |||||||
| T & J Bernard brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number TJB6/1/1/1. | |||||||
| Maclay brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number M/6/1/1/35. | |||||||
| Drybrough brewing record held at the Scottish Brewing Archive, document number D/6/1/1/7. | |||||||
Here's a short YouTube video I made about Eighty Shilling.
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