December 2024. Sheffield.
2 days “home” took in beer and octopus in Bradford, beer and curry in Manchester, and tears and worry at the Etihad.
Across the road from the derby at the Co-op a young artist was warming up. You remember McCartney? Frog Chorus, 1984.
Back in Sheffield, eventually, I decided I needed a pint in my actual local to cheer up.
The Blind Monkey hasn’t quite maintained the GBG standard beer quality from a year or so back, but is genuinely a gorgeous place to visit at any time,
and if you don’t trust cask have an Orval.
But it’s Christmas, and in Sheffield that means Felice Navidad and Bradfield’s Belgian Blue.
Which is a decent pint, rich but lacking oomph, and as the highlights of Spurs win at Southampton are played endlessly on the screen above my head, I succumb to a Big Trip and those outrageous scratchings with chilli jam,
and remember that Sunday was the first time I’d seen City lose was 19 February 2022, against Spurs. Chin up.
retiredmartin 
“Brown Sugar Tiramisu Porter Ale Jam” sounds like a £20 a pint craft beer.
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Additives or adjuncts. Beer or food. They should all just be banned.
Nothing good can come of “Brown Sugar Tiramisu Porter Ale Jam” – do they feed it to the pigs before ripping their skin off and roasting it? Or do they rub it into the skin after the pig has already given up using it?
Sorry, all this Christmas cheer brings out the militant vegan in me. Carry on.
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and yet you comment favourably about one named the Butchers Hook and Cleaver !
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Aren’t all vegans rabid militants?
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A vegan I know will always bolt down his nut cutlet.
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