Shut up about Barclay Perkins

I'll own up. I'm not as organised as I should be. On Sunday I wanted to write about rice beer. There was one problem: the marker had...

De Gouden Reael Amsterdam is a bit of a flirt. While she shows you some of her charms, much is initially concealed. You have t...

I have a bit of a thing about the Reinheitsgebot . Not in a sexual way, obviously. I'm a happily married man. I'm not going to star...

Today's custom colour scheme comes courtesy of my elder son Andrew. I told him could choose whatever colours he wanted. After he settled...

My blog hasn't been living up to its title. There's barely been a mention of Barclay Perkins so far. My apologies. I aim to put th...

No, I haven't switched to an agricultural theme. I'll let Charles Booth explain: Ida street has 5 public houses three of which are f...

Life is all about first times. Your first kiss. Your first great beer. (For me they we were the other way around). I had an admittedly rathe...

Keeping my finger on Amsterdam's throbbing jugular is a fulltime occupation. My wife doesn't care that much for pubs. My kids even l...

I apologise for yesterday's post. I promised you numbers and all you got were bad jokes and dodgy photographs. I'll try to do better...

I'm an untidy git We should get to know each other better. Here's where I work. The photo to the left shows my computer, piles of b...

Hello. I'm Ronald. This is my new blog. I hope you like it. What is a blog? I see it as a way of saying everything that my friends, fami...