Shut up about Barclay Perkins

I've become much more emotional as I've aged. At least overtly so. Though devastated, I can't recall crying at my father's d...

It's the reason I don't live in the UK. I never felt comfortable. Always something nibbling away at me. A monkey on my back. Class. ...

Time for another super-fascinating post. Perhaps even more thrilling than Containers .  After a few weeks of laziness, I'm seriously att...

With the end in sight for my Scottish book, there's not much time for writing blog posts. A sane man would stop posting every day. Draw ...

Everyone does these things. So what the hell. I need to get a couple of posts in before the end of the year. I don't what this year to b...

Mother's Day here today. Been thinking about my Mum. As I often do. She died in 2007. Not long after this blog started. But she...

This is a totally unscheduled post. Something that sort of created itself out of a Facebook conversation. It started when someone posted t...

There are some odd features of British legislation. Especially the way some items are specifically mentioned by name long after they had d...

I played cards a lot as a child. No TV, video games or internet back in those days. You used to have to make your entertainment. As my mum...

I barely shed a tear when my father died. Not that I wasn't upset. I was devastated. I just didn't cry as a teenager. As the yea...

For a slight change of pace, I've a recipe for you today. Two recipes, in fact. Courtesy of  Anchor Magazine, Barclay Perkins' in-...

My publisher has put together a new cover for my book that's coming out in January, The Home Brewer's Guide to Vintage Beer . I ha...

How crazy is this? More than five year's after my mother's death, I'm still trying to please her. If only I could have such in...

There's something that's been worrying me for a while. It's not something that would concern most of the population, but it'...

Could be a description of me. Old and Mild. Could be. But, after the crazy interweb arguments I've got myself into, perhaps only the fir...

Mumme is another of those old German beer styles which comes with a variety of spellings. Annoying, isn't it? Not quite as bad as Koyt o...

I never got to share a beer with my dad down the pub. He died when I was 14. It's one of my greatest regrets. Maybe that's why I...