Getting A Brew On.....

Been far too long. Too many niggling obstructions and distractions. Now, I've decided, dam it all; I'm going for broke.

I know two or three of ye who come by here brew ye own. Those as don't? Perhaps that's because you too remember the seventies? Days of 'Boots Bitter', bags of white sugar and exploding bottles of thin, odd tasting beer?

If so? Fuck all that! That was nearly forty fucking years ago, for chrissake! Good god, ye'd be hard pressed to even find a modern kit that could be turned into such slops. Things have come on in leaps and bounds since all that shit. Now I genuinely make beer which I wouldn't dream of swapping for a pint of anything sold in a pub. Perfectly true.

And, that's what I'm setting about today. It's fucking easy. Just spent twenty, relaxed minutes in my kitchen. Washing the dust off my bits and pieces. Rinsed a big, white bucket out. Got some water in there and my fish tank heaters and bits. Presently, I'll pitch a drop of cheap bleach in it and have another cup of tea. Sorted.

All I'll have to do then is boil a drop more water and empty a tin of dark 'syrup' into another bucket. Top that up with tap water. Stir the lot up. Bung in a fish tank heater and fuck the lot off to a room my Dogs don't get into. Few days or so time, transfer the now made beer into a plastic keg. Few weeks time? Hand Cart!

Think I'm kidding? Go take a look at JIM'S.